Tuesday night was the Built To Spill show, so Wednesday was dedicated to one of the worst hangovers in history. I felt like Gary Busey after a week-long bender.

I ate like crap (onion rings, mexican food), just trying to find something that would make me feel better. Nothing worked. Not even cheese dip. 

I was also supposed to run yesterday but that didn’t happen. It would have taken nothing short of a Christmas Miracle to get me on that track. 

Lesson learned. No more booze, or at least no more jager bombs. Jesus Christ.

This was my fortune last night, and bad grammar aside, I believe that Pablo is right. At least today will be better, that’s for sure.