…get a degree in physics. Then I will invent a time machine, travel back in time to oh about 10 hours ago, and punch Last Night Ezmy in the face. There’s a reason I haven’t been drunk since my mother’s wedding in August of 2009. Hangovers blow. And hangovers with an active 8 month old son? Yeah, they blow more.
Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh.