Here's M. WADE Tipamillyun when he sees a dollar bill on his bar.
Sorry for the lack of updates. The past two nights have featured excessive everything -- Thursday night at Larry's Lounge and last night at our company's annual post-holiday season awards banquet at The Hamilton, a sprawling, ginormous restaurant downtown. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure how the night ended -- I just vaguely remember riding the Metro home with a co-worker with whom I've tried to be friends. Anyway, I'm going back to sleep now for at least three hours, and then I need to go to the gym.
I'm tired of everything.
M. WADE Tipamillyun in freeze-framed action. Get that dollar, M. Wade.
Actually, this is an angry hippo charging a speedboat on the Chobe River in Botswana under the African Sun just this month. Same difference.
Well, hopefully, I won't get fired. I did an expensive whiskey shot with the president of our company and was all chatty with the president of the other company. (There are at present three companies in the larger corporate structure.)
I just don't know how to be a normal person with normal human interactions and relationships.