Going to Ireland seems to have had an unexpected side benefit: the shifting of time zones seems to have reset my biological clock so that I am now on a more normal schedule. I got up this morning at 6:30am to see my wife off to work, then I had my coffee and started on my day.
I’m sitting on the couch moments ago, watching Bad Santa on Comedy Central.
The scene: Billy Bob drinks himself into a stupor, eats all of the candy from the fat kid’s Advent calendar, and collapses in a pathetic heap.
Quick fade to a commercial… for Captain Morgan Rum.
File this under “unintentionally hilarious.”