So last night, Jasen, Greg, Justin and I went to Little Woodrow's for the 2nd week in a row to play power hour.

Remind me again why we succumb ourselves to this type of agony and abuse? And whose fuckin' idea was it to play power hour on a Tuesday night, anyway? [Oh right, that would be me.]

As expected, I woke up this morning with a massive hangover and the memories from last night came over me with a humbling force. And I thought to myself, "Fuck me, I'm never drinking again."

But now that the pain has subsided, I'm ready for more. BRING IT ON, MILLER LITE.

Hello, my name is Tammy, and I am an alcoholic.