In which the Universe is completely and utterly unfair
I remember quite distinctly the moment I realized I was getting older. I was twenty-six and woke up after a night of moderate drinking and carousing, I had a thought-quaking, world-shattering headache. This has only gotten worse for me as I:
A: get older
2: drink less regularly
and Ώ: the Universe finds it amusing.
This happened to me on Sunday. I had not drunk to excess as I was driving that night, but I had imbided a few beers. p_sunshine, on the other hand, had been three sheets to the wind and sick after I was able to get her home. Oh yeah, and she's twenty-six. I expected a very ironic princess in the morning.
But lo, she bounced out of bed earlier than I could imagine and lazed about fresh as a spring daisy while I awoke hours later logy, headachey, and in a generally foul state of mind.
This.
Is not.
Fair.
A: get older
2: drink less regularly
and Ώ: the Universe finds it amusing.
This happened to me on Sunday. I had not drunk to excess as I was driving that night, but I had imbided a few beers. p_sunshine, on the other hand, had been three sheets to the wind and sick after I was able to get her home. Oh yeah, and she's twenty-six. I expected a very ironic princess in the morning.
But lo, she bounced out of bed earlier than I could imagine and lazed about fresh as a spring daisy while I awoke hours later logy, headachey, and in a generally foul state of mind.
This.
Is not.
Fair.