My gym trainee forgot her gym clothes, so I jumped on the opportunity to suggest a margarita lunch outing. I deserve it cuz I’m having a crappy day, right? While at lunch, I confessed that I don’t understand the concept of, “Oh, I’m having a bad day so I’m gonna have a drink,” because drinking really doesn’t help me feel better. She said she doesn’t understand it either as all alcohol does is make her sleepy, but that she uses the “bad day” thing as an excuse to drink. I confessed that’s what I did today, too, as I sucked on my margarita.

The funny thing about having really strong margaritas is that when you’re back at work, it feels like you’re sitting and walking at a 45-degree angle from the ground, but as diagonal as you are, you don’t fall over. Funky.