Fate has given me three days of complete procrastination and what have I done? Virtually nothing of course because that is what we do when we proscatinate, right? if you don’t believe me, ask Garfield! :p 
T’was my dad’s birthday yesterday and I was already piss drunk by 2 pm. Great. This is what happens when push comes to shove. So I saw him the other day. Big f*cking deal. So where was I? Ah, yes…the alcohol beckons. Correction. Beckoned. So drunk by 2pm, tong-its expert by 3:30, in church by 6 and safely tucked in for the night by 7:30. I am NEVER drinking with my uncles and cousins again! Or give me two weeks to recuperate. Jeesh! But it was hella fun. the buzzed feeling, the laughs you have with family and my brother’s high pitched, girly laugh. Ha! It was fantastic except the hangover part. I wonder how my mother did it. She was still smiling so cheerfully this morning.
To my utter dismay, I woke up around 9pm. An hour and 30 minutes is not enough to clear out whatever was happening to my system. After chugging down tons of water and feeling so bloated, i settled into watching tv instead. Home Alone 2 was on. I could still remember what Kevin McAllister told this pigeon-lady:
You should take a chance. You got nothing to lose.
This is one of those Hallmark moments you know when you communicate with yourself or in my case, doing monologues in the middle of the night when it hit me…
I’m running out of chances.
