If you've never woke up with a massive hangover, it's your own fault.
It's a good thing, I have a very understanding bride, over at my house.
At 9 o'clock this morning, I rudely awakened myself.
It was one of those long nights, out in the town, delivering some of last year's photos.
Lucky, for me, the office showed up, on my way home.
There's a whole bunch more bars to go to or, the cardboard box and sleeping bag.
Too tired and inebriated, for decision making, I went to sleep, in the office.
Whoever invented cardboard boxes and sleeping bags should get the Nobel Prize.
More than likely, my snoring woke me up.
Once I found my coffee and desk, I fired the Apple computer up.
Facebook, pretty much, owns everybody so, I have to go there after checking emails.
I hate Facebook and the folks who are supposed to support you over at that Mac Computer place.
The rest of the world, I get along alright with.
Facebook, made my day, when somebody shared this tune, though.
Nobody will ever take the place of this guy:
The song must have been played 3 or 4 times before I noticed I had mail on my cell phone. That's because, I do crazy stuff, like dancing around the room with my tripods. Listen to that tune. If you just sit still, something's wrong with you. Don't just sit there oozin' your life. Out of respect for Louis Armstrong, you should dance with something. A broomstick would work or, a petrified tree. Anything's better than nothing.
The Cell Phone Mail
Oops, I almost forgot. Map It Okinawa Dude mailed me. It seems like about 8:15AM the wife called him, asking to check up on me. See, she knows he has a key to my office. And, when I forget to come home, I might be there. It took a few minutes to type answers to the wife and Map It Dude. I let everyone know, I'm alive and well and caught my breath. Then, went back and listened to Sachmo and danced a few dozen more times. It cures hangovers, too !