Begging to differ.
This one's a day late or so, but I figure with my excessive recent slacking, it doesn't really matter anymore anyway. So Maccers offers up this list of observations about why it's so bloody nice and special and wonderful to have been not-hungover at work for the past three days. Well screw you. I'm still messy as all hell right now and it's past 11AM. I'm bitter. Happy to be leaving work early, unhappy to be taking the "China Town Express" to Boston (unhappy on so many levels). Tired after a horrendously interrupted 4 hours of half-sleep, hungover and partied out to a obscene degree. I'm going to get on the bus and read about Duchamp because that's what is currently making somewhat comfortable and self-satisfied. Anyway. I felt the need to reinvent this bullshit.

So the Maccers list goes something like this. I omitted the cheery, uplifting and completely unnecessary commentary.

"1. I am good at my job....
2. I like my job....
3. I am efficient...
4. Both my apartment and my office is tidy...
5. I am craving for fruit...
6. I want to exercise for exercise's sake...
7. I am fantasizing about playing tennis. And being dead good at it, obviously....
8. I feel healthy and awake, and dare I say it, perky...."

Well fuck. you. Repeat after me:

1. I am not particularly good at my job and I don't like what I do with 76% of the day. And though I make just barely enough to pay the rent, is 1/2 of a bedroom on Avenue C worth a deteriorating sex life caused by constant preoccupation with aforementioned job's suckier qualities?

2. see previous

3. I am so not even anywhere near efficient. I'm not actually quite sure what that means.

4. I'm currently staring into yesterday's empty soup can, from lunch. Still on my desk. Should probably save as could be used as ashtray...mmm...

5. I am craving a cigarette. And Spicy Hot V8. And my 4th vendor bagel of the day. Go fatty go.

6. I never want to move again. I wish I could be teleported to Canal St. for the bus. Maybe they'll come pick me up...should probably look into that.

7. I am fantasizing about fantasizing without interruptions by horrid, horrid work, and increasingly horrid hangover. And a bagel.

8. I feel tired, groggy, in need of artificial and/or potentially illegal sources of stimulants and/or a 76 hour nap in a really, really large bed, that is not my own, obviously...


There, that's better.

This is the third day I have not been hungover at work. I have made the following observations [via Maccers]
- posted by liz @ 3/19/2004 11:41:00 AM