numb

I am exhausted. I am exhausted from my job. I am even more exhausted from complaining about it. I am frustrated.

I can't remember the last time I had an entire, full day off. I have dreams (more like nightmares) about legacy systems, databases, and deadlines. I had my first panic attack since grad school.

I am tired of trying when trying has gotten me nowhere.

The exhaustion has led to apathy and apathy has unfolded a numbed, detached version of myself.

I do not like myself much these days.

Tomorrow will be better. I need to get back to who I used to be.

another year older

Ever since my sister and I stumbled into Friar Tuck, a dive bar located on the corner of my street, on her birthday last December I've had only one goal in mind for my birthday:
a shot of Jaegar from an inflatable sheep's butt.

Mission accomplished.

Since my birthday happened to fall on a Tuesday this year, I didn't have anything lined up and it had almost slipped my mind, mainly because of the long hours and countless weekends I had been working. In all honesty, sleep would have been a much appreciated birthday present. But then again, who has time for sleep these days?

It seems like the best days tend to be the ones completely unplanned and unexpected, and my birthday happened to fall perfectly into this.

Birthday highlights include:

Cubs game with the work crew

The long anticipated shot from a sheep's butt









The perfect Sunday fun day outfit compliments of my sister and F.

Miner's Lung

According to the legend of The Bro, the bro arises each morning to a half-naked girl in his bed and has one demand - A Miner's Lung immediately. And if that morning's half-naked girl doesn't know how to whip up one of these bad boys, the bro will not be happy, and no one wants to see the bro unhappy.

Miner's Lung:
1 Guinness Beer
3 shots of vodka

On occasion, the bro has been known to ask for a double.

We first stumbled upon the Miner's Lung several weeks ago at Poag Mahone's - an Irish bar conveniently located just down the street from the office. Over a round or eight, the description of the Miner's Lung on the menu became repulsively intriguing and eventually made its way into the bro folklore that developed around the office.

This past Friday was Cordin's last day on the project and it was only appropriate that we sent him off in true bro fashion - a round of Miner's Lungs. Things got blurry from that point on.

Miner's Lung virgins:














First glorious sip:














Miner's Lung Conquered:















I feel refreshed just thinking about it.