Minus heels, minus rug, minus Lionel Richie & His Greatest Hits.
Plus one man. That's all.
Next time I'll execute motions like in my fantasies and shit, but after a large team dinner last night, I didn't have the time or coordination, frankly.
Now. I choose life. Not a hangover, because the moment you wake up and assume you are hanging, it's all over. Just refuse to believe it and say out loud to yourself: "Hangover, I refuse to let you take me up the doetpipe today."
"Today I choose life. Because I have lots of important meetings and I don't want to feel like I did last week when I had to sleep under my desk in a foetal position. So Hangover, you're not going to bend me over a counter top today. Leave me and my doetpipe and my life alone."
So that was fun. The funbus is really doing my route regularly these days.