Alcohol, my permanent accessory

I have worked every single day for the last, oh, I don't know, 2.5 weeks. Days, nights, weekends...yeah, I'm pretty sick of it.

So as I mentioned before (and if I were a good blogger, I'd insert the link there, but I'm shit and all three of you who read this drivel know it), I'm the only one writing the content for my company's new website, which is going live on Wednesday night. And I'm not nearly done.

But as I pointed out to The Officemate this morning on the phone: I have written 90% of the new copy while drunk. And everyone loves it!

The 10% that I wrote while sober? Was sent back to me full of nasty redlines and Tracked Changes.

Well, boo to that. Now I know why the greats were fucking lushes.