This is my third trip on the Carnival ride, and I must say it is quite the spirited fling. A season within, where only the most daring veterans of base consumption remain calm. I have yet to reach the paramount of the holiday. My liver, kidneys, and lungs rise in mutiny against me to stop me from maintaining through out a solid 5 day strait bender. Getting back into the groove of work sound highly appealing at this point in time. Normally you judge the quality of time off but the time on. If your soul purpose in life is to stay coherent and drinking for 5 days you start to look forward to your time off, working as it were at that point, sort of like working for the weekend, but with out all that ’80s.
