I’m so fucking hungover, guys. So hungover. Last night was my cousin’s wedding and I overdid it. That’s always the worst Sunday shift day. Post-wedding. I can handle working on normal, hungover Sundays, when I go out with friends, but weddings are something else. You start drinking at three and go pretty much full bore until one or two a.m.
And you’re spent the next day. Brain completely dead. Stomach a mess. Everything hurts. Impossible to form coherent thoughts. I hate myself right now.
Anyhoos, these goats helped make my day somewhat less bad for twenty seconds. Maybe they’ll do the same for you.
I want to die.