13 Jan
Sit down. Take a nap. Go nuts.

How many three Excedrin mornings have you pulled yourself from a Don Julio-induced coma, heroically dragged yourself to a thankless job, only to fool no one that you’ve got “allergies” and instead unwittingly reinforced everyone’s fears that you may indeed have a Bukowski-level drinking issue. The best you can do is channel your inner Costanza […]