Afternoon Delight

Here's a question: just how bad is it to start drinking at 12:02 in the afternoon?



Sure, I wouldn't be the first person out there to go the way of the liquid lunch, and I know plenty of people who like to sneak a mid-day beer in with their turkey club...but these people to whom I am referring actually work in offices with stressful situations and annoying people abounding. I, on the other hand, work from home, and while there are certain project-related deadlines to which I must adhere, my stress level, admittedly, is not all that high.

For example, some of the decisions I'm forced to make on a daily basis include:

Bed or desk - where should I type?

Coffee or cocoa - which am I in the mood for?

Shower now or later - to what extent do I currently smell?

And so forth...

So why the desire to start drinking?

Drinking is fun. Drinking loosens the mind, the body, the soul. Drinking takes the edge off of life and replaces reality with artificial contentment. What's not to like about it?

But yes, I'll admit that I woke up today feeling sort of blah, and that with every passing minute, said blahness has continued to plague me despite my greatest efforts to power through.

Thus I consider turning to the drink, to a small ray of Cabernet sunshine in an otherwise dismal day. I'll probably ponder this one for awhile, as decision-making has never really been my strong suit. And yes, I know that it's 5:00 somewhere, but here, in Central New Jersey, it's 12:02, and therefore, a modicum of self-control is probably in order...probably...