I’m starting to feel a lot better. My head has become unclogged but my body just seems to be exhausted. Last night I went to the booby bar with a bunch of guys from work. One of them had won a contest that included free cover, two free drinks, a free buffet (that actually included steamed veggies, tator tots, prime rib, tacos (come on, no jokes, it’s too easy), macaroni salad and a bunch of other stuff), and of course boobs. I’ve been to plenty of booby bars in my time. Some good, some umm, well, bad. And the sad/gross factor varies among them all. This one wasn’t too bad, but I just wasn’t in the mood. I had my free beer and some dinner and was home by 7:30. I was just too worn out and didn’t want to deal with it all.

I was supposed to head up to Vail tonight in order to go skiing tomorrow but I was informed that I had fallen behind at a project so I can’t really take the day off. The shits really hitting the fan today but I seem to be taking care of it somehow. It sucks not being able to go skiing but on the other hand it keeps me from spending the $70 for a lift, $50 for a condo, $15 in gas, and $15 in meals. $150 is a lot to pay when I have a pass that allows me free skiing at Winter Park and Copper Mountain. Such is the story of my life. When you get to go look at tits with your work friends you’re not in the mood to look at tits. When you’re in the mood to go skiing on a paid day off of work, you’re denied.

You take the good. You take the bad. You take ‘em both and there you have the facts of life.