Today was a day of work so insanely hectic that I caught myself asking "when the fuck does this end?"
It is a bad indicator when I start making jokes about fortified wines at work, which is my counter to thinking about bourbon or single malt when I'm there.
I'm totally getting shitty tonight, just on principle.
Good organizations do routine things routinely. It shouldn't feel like we're folding fucking space to get routine shit done.
Bulleit Bourbon, here I come. Fuck it all.
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