Drinking really doesn't help anything. And being hungover for whatever it is you were drinking to pretend doesn't exist doesn't make it disappear, it just makes you sick(er) for when you have to deal with it.
I need to find someone who knows Rule #1.
Even the dogs were off this morning--Stan wouldn't eat his food and Yaz was walking funny and then we met the devil who apparently lives in the cats across the street from our apartment. They are guard cats. Attack cats. They actually took a swipe at Stan and Yaz. A SWIPE! And there I was telling the poor puppies to leave the cats alone. Stupid scary cats.
Procrastinating also doesn't work. It doesn't even help.