First, I ate McDonald's food, which I never ever do, but we were about to see "Transformers" and I was developing a hangover from drinking straight rum at a party the night before and so needed something greasy in my belly. Then K. and I went to a barbeque where I drank beer-gria (like sangria but made with lager and vodka) and this old Italian guy's homemade wine (which was all kinds of crazy strong and poured way too generously). Then we went and drank more beer and ate pizza at somebody else's house.
All of which would have been fine if today was sunday like it's supposed to be after a day off. But no.... it's thursday... stupid, stupid thursday.