Hell, it wasn't even work. I was like the New Orleans Saints yesterday. I went through the motions of work. I got little done. I coasted on some of the easy stuff and made it look like I did more than I did.
I should take every Monday off during football season. I am not a productive worker at the beginning of the week. A typical Sunday is getting out around 11 to catch the noon football game. If there is no one on, then it starts at 2. I drink for the next 6 hours before heading home. There I may have a couple more beers. I am comfortable to call it a day at 10.
By the time the alcohol begins to wear off, around 2 or 3 in the morning, I will be awake. I then lay in bed for the next hour or two before getting back to sleep. By the time I doze off the alarm goes off. That leaves me groggy for the morning and sluggish all day. By the time I get home, I just plop my ass on the couch and catch the latest sports news and try to sleep a bit more.
That is the price I pay for enjoying football Sundays.
I do have my reservations set for the luxury that in the Imperial Palace. I am ramping up to do yet Vegas again. I haven't booked my flight though. Seems like everytime I do they go on sale the next week. I figure I have a good month to shop around.
It still feels nice to have a big Cowboy victory from Sunday but it is time to move on. All bets are being settled now. Beside the jersey bet, the Blonde and I had a some cash riding as well. My charity of choice will be MichaelsMiracle. We partied it up for this cause at the Bash at the Boathouse and it seems like a good way to give back to hosts of the event.
Now lets see if I can get any work done today.