I got sheriff shitfaced last night.

I apparently drank a 5th of fuggin Jim beam and then some, last night. I started a new job and had cut back but the job is good, yet physically/mentally draining. Waiting for lipid store to open bc I need a nip or two in order to get thru the day. I did some door dashing this morning, hung, like really hungover. My second person I delivered to tried to invite me inside. Yes, he was sexy. But I ain’t no hoe. Okay yes I am. I hate Florida sometimes. Anyway how y’all doing?