To make matters worse this is the first time since senior year in high school that I've been in work or in class on St. Pattys day. I haven't missed one of the National Drinking Holiday (Marh 17th, May 5th, July 4th, and The Day Before Thanksgiving) in years. I'm usually half in the bag, swindling beers from tourists in downtown Boston by now, not anxiously looking over my shoulder hoping the boss doesn't walk by while I'm in the middle of this bitchfest of a blog.
Yet here I am blogging away and pretending to work, trying to not think about what a collossal blunder of a decision I've made today. Rival bloggers at home eating pizza and watching sports, friends and family out and about drinking enough green beer to fill a kiddie pool, people rocking shorts and tank tops for the first time this year, and good old CW, frying under fluorescent lights and dying inside with each score update on ESPN. I thought I'd feel mature and better about myself, not chugging beer at 10:30 am with a side of Corned Beef, turns out having a beer for breakfast is far less depressing than coming to work and twiddling your thumbs while you pretend to look at excell sheets. Shit is lame as hell around here today.
So Happy St. Patricks Day and March Madness kick off for whatever its worth to the rest of you schmucks stuck inside your office and home today. The mere fact that I know some of you are reading this brings me some hope, at least I'm not the biggest loser in the crowd today...
