I’m up late again, and this time it’s my sister’s fault. I’m still in the middle of doing her job for her. Family.

I feel like a big load lately, and I’m sure it’s because I’ve been drinking more than usual. I’m limiting myself, when I can, to two drinks, but there are times when that’s not quite possible. When Il and I are splitting a bottle of wine, for example, I had more than two. And hanging out with Matty G for his birthday required, “Just one more drink.” But Sean said yesterday, “If I had abs like yours, I’d just sit around with my shirt off, eating chocolate cake.” It’s nice to think I could pull that off.

It’s now Tuesday morning and I should be asleep. So much for planning.

I had a Monday. Work was work all day long and I even had a 6:30PM conference call that stretched to 8PM with customers in a foreign country who didn’t appear to speak English. Just before the call I was told that I needed to go over to my sister’s house and email some files to her boss because she forgot to do it or because someone changed a deadline.

I finally made it to Matty G’s birthday party two hours late. I’m not sure who thought it would be a good idea to go to a 26th birthday party on a school night, but about 11PM I heard, “Just have one more drink!” as I headed out the door. It’s a good thing I did, and it’s already way too late for me. Another night with 5 hours of sleep. I’m afraid I can’t survive this sort of nonsense.