Self Inflicted Wound

Why oh why did I have to drink all 2 full glasses of wine last night? That’s pretty much half a glass too much for my limit. Oh no, I didn’t throw up or anything but I was dizzy and babbling. LOL.

Thank god, I booze up like that only at home. But I deserve it.

This week has been a roller coaster ride at work. I survived the once-a-month Tuesday from Hell, the day we prep for our monthly board meeting. It was usually painless, but with Celeste moved up the corporate ladder, I had to fill the void. And mind you, I had a full plate of my own stuff that day that I, in true Oakley style, still managed to get done amidst the madness somehow. But it wasn’t pretty.

Tuesday from Hell is followed by Early Wednesday. Our team has to be at the meeting site at 6:30 a.m. to set up, which means getting out of bed at 5 to get ready and head to town. The board meeting day usually goes smoothly. But this one, there were a few glitches that required me to run back to the office and fix all sorts of stuff, run another 3 blocks across to get something else, and run back. The good thing was that we get to go home early as well.

But wait, there’s more!

Friday was our company potluck. Therefore Thursday, I got home after running more errands and spent another 3 hours in the kitchen. Nonetheless, the effort is paid off and my Bollito Misto–Italian braised brisket–was tender and the sauces kicked major ass.

Headed up the Potluck, I ran all over the office along with my Potluck Committee members on Friday. It was a fantastic event. So much food! So much fun!

Hence…I deserve my 2 glasses of wine last night.

And I’m paying the price now. I feel like someone hit me with a truck and left me out in the desert. Hangover is kicking in. So I bid you adieu for today….ack….

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