I haven’t been hungover before, at least not that I remember in recent years. That’s not due to having a solid constitution or anything, I just don’t drink. Well, it sucks. Pile that onto the grand total of maybe an hour and a half of sleep I got last night and I’m just getting my ass kicked today. Stomach is still twisting and turning so I can’t go work out, I don’t feel alive enough to drive my car, I would definitely vomit if I walked to the park. Alas, poor Yorick.
Thankfully, I didn’t do anything too embarrassing last night, though I can recall the temptation being absolutely excruciating. I can’t really remember what did happen in the hours between 1:00 and 5:00. I was sweating and pissing a lot, though. But it’s nice to have a reminder as to why I never was much of a drinker, I’m too sensitive to nausea. Plus, the tradeoff of unendurable horniness and sentimentality just makes the whole exercise sort of pointless when you have little to no interest in sex nor emotional endeavors at this particular moment in time. Once the intoxication passes the level where I can comfortably walk to the park without accidentally stumbling into the road and coagulating with the front end of a lifted F-150, I don’t really see the point.
But, all in all, yesterday was a good day, despite how vertiginous it was towards the end. Unfortunately, I’m in much too bad of shape to drive to Athens for the show, so I guess I blew $30 on nothing. Though, in the grand scheme of things, I’ve blown way more on way less. Tomorrow will be a good day, I can feel it. I’m going to sleep now and hopefully this will all be gone when I wake up.
jeez, louise 