Famous last words. I should never say it. Ever. I always end up jinxing myself.

Well, technically , – and you know that any sentence that begins with the word “technically” is B.S., right? Anyway, technically, for most of the night, I did have only one drink. I had a can of soda water.

And about ten tequila shots.

I think I may owe M Cafe my first born.

Ummm… I’m not sure I will make it to this afternoon’s CrossFit. Will try to make it to the 5 PM session. It’s not that I’m hungover. Even if I only finally drifted off to sleep at around 4:30 AM and woke up four hours later.

It’s because my lungs are full of cigarette smoke. I need to breathe a while longer and clear them out for a bit. As it is now, I’m already choking and sputtering even before I’ve gotten to the box.

I think I may also need a big plate of bacon and scrambled eggs…

Update: 5 PM – I lost the nerve go to CrossFit. I’m too tired… And I already have two blog entries today. A third would be overkill. Pfft. I need a massage.