We're going to die like this, you know? Miserable and old.

Life is what you make it, right? At least what the money in your pocket lets you make it.

I almost decided not to go out tonight. Potential fun was thrown at me, gathering of coworkers at Thom Bar for drinks, and I just wanted to say no.

Here's my thought process:
Do I have the money?
Tips are slow.
I'm doorman today.
Drinks there are expensive.
It's going to get real late real fast.
I have to work in the AM.


Dear God. I have an uncontrolable inner need to be old.

Here are my thoughts now:
Tips were actually pretty good today.
Pre-game.
I don't work until 10.
I'm going to have fun.