... I finally had a day off yesterday. But instead of spending it doing laundry and making my apartment presentable like any responsible adult would do, I went day-drinking. And what started off so harmlessly ...
... ended up so terribly.
Yes, that is a shot of whiskey with a pickle juice chaser.
And yes, I currently have a fat lip. Let's just say my face got into a fight with the bathroom sink, and the bathroom sink won.
Not one of my prouder moments. But on the bright side, at least the hellish month of March is now officially over.
Dear April: I'm ready.