HASTA LA TARDE

Life or death, earth completes one turn every 24 hours. I knew that eventually Saturday would inevitably become Sunday and, sure enough, Sunday broke hot and humid.

I also knew I was going to get drunk at Cobbleheads Saturday. By the evening's end I was in my cups.

No surprise, I awoke hungover about eight. I popped two Excedrins and a Xanax. I'm going to put classical music on my computer and sleep for several hours.

When I am in a more sober frame of mind, I will post on The McHale Report and Facebook. I have no particular subjects in mind, but I only need to sit before an empty screen and the words will spill out onto the white space by themselves. 

Writing is a beautiful thing. Regardless of the good or the bad, the ups or the downs, the successes or the failures, they all give you something fresh to write about. Hasta la tarde!

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