Yeah, I know, it's Tuesday. But, when you're underemployed like I am, every day is pretty much a Saturday.
Speaking of Saturday...man oh man. I started boozing at brunch with Dani, Tony, and Ant, and didn't stop until I staggered through my door around 1 a.m., where I was promptly overwhelmed with the fantastic idea of opening a bottle of wine. Had a great day/night, but Sunday was a total waste.
Managed to get my lazy butt out for a run only once this weekend, and the hangover made it pretty freaking brutal. 4 miles. Walked once. It sucked. Meant to run yesterday, thought about running yesterday, even gathered my running clothes and drove them over to running buddy's house. Then we made french toast and bacon for breakfast. Then we couched it up and watched a movie. Then we ate cake and ice cream for lunch. Then we watched 2 more movies and took a nap. Then we went for Mexican at this great place in the Mission. At this point, we were pretty much high-fiving each other for at least getting off the couch and going outside once that day. However, we did watch Saint Ralph before falling asleep last night, so that's gotta count for something in the running department.
Actually have to work for a few hours today, but then I'll get out and log a few miles.