I love my job

I was here at fucking 5:30 this morning.
Is it possible to still feel like shit 36ish hours after binge drinking?
Kill me.
Nevertheless, I had a GREAT time at DOT 9.
Thanks to:
yellow plastic cups filled with Bud Light
tall friends to lean on when you can barely stand up
cell phones
Virginia friends who put up with late night non-booty calls
Johnny on the Spot
Twisted Taco
J, A, Pookie and everyone else I met but who's names I've already forgotten
and hell, why not... your mom too