Repitition.
Thus comes the end of quite the exhausting week. Evidently screwdrivers come with it. But the drinking is mainly in celebration of getting through the week, let alone today.
Woke up with an excruciating headache. Took some excedrin with tea, then proceeded to throw up said contents of stomach. Always a fun way to start off the day. But being the sometimes responsible person I am, I decided to go to work instead of calling out. And then threw up again, yea. That leaves us with food for thought though: Why is it when a man throws up, the thought is he's just sick, but if it's a woman, she's pregnant? Fortunately I felt millions better by the end of the night, but ended up with five different cuts on my right hand/arm. Guess I'm meticulously clumsy?
Other than that, I'm a tad lonely. Last night was perfect. I still find it amazing how many thoughts the brain can handle at once, how fast and slow things go at once. And, how conflicting yet harmonious those thoughts can be. It was a wonderful, wonderful evening. But you're gone, off having such fun with so many people while I continue on in my dull system.
I think I'm only comfortable dancing when I have alcohol in me. Ha, and I even feel sexy as I'm doing it.
Woke up with an excruciating headache. Took some excedrin with tea, then proceeded to throw up said contents of stomach. Always a fun way to start off the day. But being the sometimes responsible person I am, I decided to go to work instead of calling out. And then threw up again, yea. That leaves us with food for thought though: Why is it when a man throws up, the thought is he's just sick, but if it's a woman, she's pregnant? Fortunately I felt millions better by the end of the night, but ended up with five different cuts on my right hand/arm. Guess I'm meticulously clumsy?
Other than that, I'm a tad lonely. Last night was perfect. I still find it amazing how many thoughts the brain can handle at once, how fast and slow things go at once. And, how conflicting yet harmonious those thoughts can be. It was a wonderful, wonderful evening. But you're gone, off having such fun with so many people while I continue on in my dull system.
I think I'm only comfortable dancing when I have alcohol in me. Ha, and I even feel sexy as I'm doing it.