Damn you Saltina, with your promise of mirth and merriment and your enticement through the force of “the t/r/i/v/i/a” whilst you sat idly by as I lubricated my mental faculities with beer and whiskey..and what…all of this on a WEDNESDAY night.

And now I am left alone to rue the day, in this foggy stupor, dry mouth and sweating my way through my VIP client meetings. Is this your revenge for my mercury being so retrograde that my world was fabulous whilst yours was being pissy? Ah, revenge is a dish best over-served with liquor…on a work day!!!

(I sure had fun honey, thanks. But am I really getting too old for this shit?! )