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9:17

Last night, I met up with some friends at the Cactus Club to watch a couple bands and have a few drinks. After the show, Bryan left for home, while Chuck, Rajan, and myself stuck around for a while to have a couple more drinks. When Chuck decided he’d had enough for the night, Raj and I decided to stay until bar time.

After Raj–who, I might add, is a genius without peers–and myself were finished bemoaning the slough in which the Democratic party currently finds itself entrenched, we headed off to our respective homes. Upon my arrival, I laid down on my couch with the intention of catching a little television before heading off to the land of Nod. As can be expected after a few hours of drinking, I didn’t stay awake for more than a couple minutes.

This morning, I had one of those unpleasant moments that all of us have had at one time or another. When I awoke, my head was pounding and my neck was sore from falling asleep on the couch. Glancing over at the clock, I saw it was 9:17 in the morning. Being half awake, a little hung over, and somewhat disoriented from my awkward sleeping position, I forgot that it was Saturday. Thinking I had to be at work, I jumped off the couch in a panic, slamming my shin into my glass coffee table. Almost instantly I remembered it was the weekend, so I decided to jump in bed and sleep it off. I turned towards my room and stepped on my shoes that I had left in the middle of the floor last night, turning my ankle. Luckily, I finally made it into bed and slept until 1 in the afternoon, something I’ve been unable to do in years.

Drink responsibly, kids.