OK, what the hell?

Woke up at 11 AM, a bit groggy… but awake. I get up, and start to get ready to head in to the office. It’s a sort of working weekend for me today, as I had plans to go in and work for a few hours.

Well, apparently my body had other ideas.

As each hour passes, I begin to feel worse and worse, like someone somewhere is turning up the volume of my hangover. It’s not that I had ALL that much to drink last night, but damn… apparently I did. My guess is that the Knob Creek is what did me in. It’s not what I normally drink (I was sipping Johnny Walker at the bar), and so that’s what I’m blaming.

Seriously, this was one of the worst hangovers I’ve had in a long, long while. And it’s not like I’m a stranger to the sauce, mind you. But sweet Jebus, I was messed up.

Once I realized I was in hangover mode, I crawled back into bed. I then spent the subsequent afternoon hours shifting between watching cooking shows on PBS and home improvement shows (which I would switch to, when the cooking shows made me nauseous). All afternoon I did this. Until like 5 PM.

I feel like such a lightweight noob. It’s like I somehow turned into a fourteen-year-old girl who had her first fucking wine spritzer. What the hell is happening to my tolerance?

Gah. Is this what getting old feels like? Because, I don’t like it.

Towards the evening, I was able to plod over to the computer and get a few hours’ work in. Not the most ideal, and I didn’t make as much progress as I had hoped… but at least I got some work done.

Yuck. How embarassing. Let’s you and I never mention this day again.