By Rachel Fogletto My friends are always asking me how I’m able to exercise and drink most days of the week. Motivation to work out is a struggle, even more so when you’re broke, hungover, depressed or even exhausted. I used to make a lot of justifications for not working

It seems that every February we get 3 or 4 blessed days in a row that feel like Spring time.  We are apparently in the midst of that right now and I can’t be fucked to sit inside and write about things.  I NEED to go to Dolores Park.  So

I don’t have anything good for you today.  I’m a total wreck.  Friday night was my birthday party.  People gave me too much whiskey.  I puked.  Then I got up Saturday morning, still drunk, put on a Santa suit and drank for 12 hours. I’m too old for this shit.