Long day at work…lots of meetings…competing managers…worthless employee trying to manipulate me into saying something he can take to HR…errands on the way home…long line at the store…finally get home, decide to pour myself a martini for a change, and when I turn around, my goddamn gin-swilling cat is drinking it. And now football season has started and teams with crappy offenses are scoring 40 points in the first half? What the fuck?