I don’t have a lot of sense to begin with, and even when I’m trying to do something that makes sense, I don’t always do it. It was a co-worker’s 40th birthday party yesterday, and I hung out with his hockey buddies afterwards which, of course, didn’t make any sense at all. We went to two bars and I was in no shape to do anything but walk the 2 miles home. Unfortunately, that took me past another bar where some friends regularly shut the place down. I ended up talking to some older gentlemen I know from the neighborhood as well as everyone else in the bar. I don’t feel so bad right now, but I think that’s because I’m not awake enough to be hung over.

I think I need a keeper or something.

P.S. The Kobe beef burger at Rogue Brewery is worth resetting my no-cheeseburger counter.