the cell phone rings, it’s Lady G.

“I need help with roman numerals. M is what? C is what? V is five. One is L.”

She woke me up. I had lied down after I got home, it was supposed to be just for a bit but now four hours later, it was nine thirty at night.

“M is a thousand, C is a hundred.” I said before I realized I was probably legally drunk. Then the answers got harder.

After work, I was kinda waiting for a call and my phone doesn’t work in the subway so I went to have a beer, I forget if it turned out to be five or six, when I asked for my tab I was told I was all set, so I guess I’ll never know.

“V is five? L is one?”

good follow up question, I think because at the moment I was done with giving the answers.

“Yup. V is five. L is fifty. I is one.”

“I is one? How do you write that?”

“A capital I”

“Okay. Little g needed help with her homework.”

I forget the rest of the conversation, if there was more. What I do remember is thinking “Oh shit it’s 9:30 PM on Tuesday and I haven’t been to the second job yet”

Tuesday is the only day I can’t blow off. I can blow off the other days but not Tuesday and plus I had received calls and said I would do certain things by tonight, even wrote them in my PDA which I wouldn’t have check until the morning.

I’m glad I got the call because otherwise I’m not certain I would have remembered that it was Tuesday.

After the phone call I went to the bathroom because I wanted to throw up but I couldn’t so I went to the truck and started it, wondered if I should be driving, thought ‘how can you still be drunk four hours after the fact?’, thought I need to sober up, thought “hey, maybe Red Bull would do the trick’, then thought “I never heard of Red Bull doing the trick but I heard Gatorade does” and then went back into the house to get a Gatorade.

I then drove to the second job wondering how screwed up the stuff I was going to do would end up. Walking to the office, threw up in the park I had to park by, not once but three times, tried for a fourth but came up empty but was praying for vomit. Got to the office and saw a bunch of stuff left for me and then thought ‘I’m screwed’, turned on my pc and started this post.

Good luck to me.