What I did today was immature and unacceptable. Don't get me wrong, last night was fun. But the cost was just too high. Working for one hour (after coming in over an hour late!) and then sleeping on and off until nearly 5:30 is not an acceptable way to spend a weekday. I feel all too much like Sir Toby Belch from Twelfth Night. (Says my old Shakespeare professor: "His weekend begins on Tuesday!")
I still want to go out tonight, and there's more than half a bottle of rum that needs to be attended to at some point. I'm not drinking it by myself, that's against my Rules.
Well, I'm going to spend the next hour or two getting some work done - I've an e-mail or three to write, then I must do some online form things, then I'll decide if I can put the pictures (now up!) from Sunday up.