That means that last night was kickball. I was feeling so chipped (see?! what the f' is chipped? That doesn't even make sense.. chipper*) this morning and BAM! I look at my clock and sure enough.. it's 2 pm.
I don't know why 2 pm likes to torture me so much but it never fails. That's when my hangovers come.
If I ever get stranded in a desert and I'm too dumb to figure out how to tell time with the sun (very likely) I will just find booze to get hammered on. Then, when my hangover hits me.. I'll know it's 2 pm.
Shit.. It's going to be a looooong day.
Would it kill you people to comment? And where the F is a Sonic when you need one.. I want some cronic ice cubes!