I’m hung over and in a foul mood.
The pencilneck prick who thought he could cut in front of me at Yurakucho Station looked quite surprised when I instead chest-butted him the hell out of my trajectory and glared at him, daring him to do something about it.
Predictably, he didn’t.
Upon arriving at work 10 minutes late, I apologized profusely to my boss for not having turned in a document that was due yesterday, and promised to have it to him before 10:00. I then surfed the net for 20 minutes, chatted with a co-worker for another 20, then popped ’round the corner and had a beer to take the edge off this fucking hangover. And now, of course, I’m writing this blog entry.
It’s 10:07 am.
How has your day been?