You know when you drink excessively at an incredibly boring Sunday night party and then take a sleeping pill (or 2 – you have a big meeting in the morning!), you pass out in approximately 2.3 minutes but then wake up at 4 am with the mother of all headaches and a tongue that feels like a marmoset with your clothes still on and two mascara rings on your pillow? No? Me either.
I can’t be bothered to find anything new and interesting in the interactive world today. Someone send me something. Still recovering from world’s worst hangover.
Ugh. Seriously, I should remember not to drink heavily after going to the gym. Headache. Bad. Death sounds good. Actually, can someone fedex me some Boots Tension Headache Relief? Or a gun. Really. Not kidding. Speaking of headaches, Euro RSCG (Duesseldorf) did this ad for Thomapyrin. I’d say it was clever, but I can’t get the cotton out of my mouth to form sentences.
Could take the day off. It’s a floating holiday – why it’s ‘floating’ makes no sense, but that’s a whole ‘nother discussion. 3 friends at other agencies say their places are closing for the MLK holiday. None of my client’s companies are closed though, so I’m sure I’ll be answering some jackass emails and recovering from my Sunday football drinking binge (which I’m going to start on Saturday in anticipation). Here’s to hoping I’ll need tons of pain relievers and a gigantic cheeseburger come Monday. I just jinxed myself.
I’m pretty sure this is the transvestite hooker I see hanging out by the burrito place down the street.
Never go to the gym totally dehydrated and then drink 5 glasses of wine afterwards. You will feel like ass. Trust me.
Speaking of…you have to give it to American Apparel. They’re consistent. “The Tap Panty.” HA!