No, I do not regret pulling ten hours of work yesterday/Saturday and instead rolling in after watching the EPL in downtown Minneapolis. I was treated very well, I ate quite well, I had a Bloody Mary for the first time in a long time and it was delish, and, most important of all, I stationed myself at a table where I could see both Matches that were put up in the two TVs in the main room, Arsenal 0-1 West Ham (to my left) and Ipswich Town 1-4 Tottenham Hotspur (to my right). Drilling down specifically on that point, I was also able to catch all six Goals that went in between the two Games. I didn't miss one because I was looking down at the breakfast poutine I ordered for myself, to give an example. Missing a Goal because I wasn't actively looking at the TV at the time a goal went is one of those pet peeves that piss me off, so I'm glad that did not happen this time around. In fact, seeing the Goals as they went in makes me feel as though I made the right decision to watch soccer in the morning.
Got done at work (well, with all the work that was sent out to us; there is still a lot of work to catch up on, but there weren't enough people to get through all the late work, so I think the supervisor in there called it a day like any normal day) a bit past 4:30. I thought we would be staying late. But, since we didn't, I got to veg at Northern Soda Company, which is less than five minutes from work. I had one of their craft sodas and slushie, and trust me, I am so sugared out that I should be drinking tea. That didn't stop me from eating a fritter just now to end my day, but yeah, I am not the sugar-high addict I was when I was a childhood. I feel as though I need to have my foot amputated.
Anyway, I was able to get home and stay awake, even though I am tired as all get out. I can feel myself crashing, however, so before something bad happens, I want to publish this blog post, brush my teeth, then fall asleep. If my gas tank isn't empty, I am certainly running on fumes.
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