Night and Day

Currently, there is a massive war on in my head, the remaining alcohol in my system is fighting bravely for its right to live. It wont win, I've been here before. It will however leave me a physical and emotional wreck for the entire day. Oh well, its not like I've got to work all day.

Ah.

This brings me to the point of my blog. I am an idiot. I went out yesterday, in the full knowledge that I had to work a (most likely) very busy bar in the night. No problem, I'll be fighting fit by then. However, the masochist in me, the absolute bastard that is 'drunken me' managed to arrange for himself a shift, in a completely different pub, for many (too many) of the preceding hours.

I am a lazy git (I promise) but somehow, for a day at least, I have 3 jobs. I'm not sure what to make of this, I mentioned in my first blog how much I hate money, but now I find myself so desperate for it that even when I am completely lacking in mental function I'm still trying to get more. I remember when I'd just try and get girls...

Maybe I'm changing, growing up, chasing pennies. Maybe I'm looking out for my future. Or maybe, I'm just not that cool anymore. Can you still be cool at 24? I hope so. Maybe then, I'm starting to get wise on my drink, that comes with age I've heard. Whichever it is, I'm definitely hungover... and I suppose it's about time I got ready for work.

Evs