Fate Commands Me to be Lazy.

Every morning I have a debate with myself about taking an elevator up towards the office or the stairs. Currently there's a 70/30 split. I have a superior knack for making excuses- my muscles are still really sore, my knees hurt, what if I lose my balance and fall down the stairs again? (Yes, again.) This morning before getting to the second elevator and stairwell a.k.a. point of no return, the mental self abuse paid off. I decided to stop being a pantie waist and take the stairs.

If you need tips with your self debates, the usual winning point of stair taking for me is 'Bruce Lee said to only take the stairs'.

Please, let me be frank*, I do believe Bruce Lee knew what's what. In fight scenes, Bruce Lee was a man who bit the legs of and kicked the nuts of bad dudes. That is a fighter I can admire. Use what you've got! Metal lunchbox? Arm in cast? Both of those items will brain thy enemy or at the very least make 'em cry so you can run away. Fighting aside, it should also be noted Mr. Lee was hot in a thin muscley kind of way. I feel like he could speak jive, shoot pool and be easy with the ladies all the while maintaining a strict dietary and moral code. That is one Bad-ass... monk?

In any case, there was a sign posted on the door "Stairwell Closed. To Be used in cases of emergency only."
Huh.

I love Whiskey Sours.
You may now go about your business.

Ingredients
2 shots of whiskey
2 dashes of sour mix
small amount water or seltzer (optional)
ice

1. dump some ice in a glass (I don't use a lot cause I add seltzer)
2. add 2 shots of whiskey of your choice
3. OPTIONAL add small amount of seltzer or water
3. add 2 dashes of sour mix
4. Stir it, taste it add more sour mix to taste


*Yes, yes... and you can be Shirley.