You know what? The hell with Sleep. The hell I say! Sleep and I aren’t talking anymore. If I see Sleep walking down the street, I’m going to punch it in the face and ask for my sweater back right there, I don’t care HOW cold it is. See, I hate to admit it, but […]

This is the first year in a while that I have not had as much as a whiff of booze on St. Patrick’s Day (with the exception of sniffing Ciaran, and Ciaran’s Guinness hat). Instead, I spent the *entire* gorram day at work. Regular work from 6:30-3:30pm, then Snail from 4pm-11pm (I stayed 2 hours […]