My Shit

I promised myself that I would not have any alcohol after the wedding stuff was over until sometime this weekend. I just have too much going on. I did real good even after I got home from my Two-Test-Day-Of-Hell. I did some reading and took care of some stuff, but by 10pm I was just finished (the normal life of the PhDBoy doesn't usually end until midnight or 1am). I just had to stop and take a break (break meaning fold and hang all of my laundry) and then watch some TV. Two Martinis helped my cause. Now I'll be good again. Good good good.