Some things never change. We all remain the same.
All right, perhaps one shot of vodka for each gift in this Twelve Days of Christmas chant was not the wisest of choices to have made. I suppose I should just be thankful that this holiday does not last for an entire month. Otherwise my hangover yesterday, was it yesterday, the day before? would be the least of my concerns.
I still feel ill. Though it does serve me right.
She stayed awake and waited for me. I remember that much. She took me to bed, her bed, and tucked me in. I remember that too. She brought me breakfast and a hangover potion, or at least I assume she had left it there. I find it difficult to believe my other self would be so kind. He would have likely thrown it in my face. It would have served me right as well.
She... She cared for me, even though I was pitifully unable to find some sort of holiday tradition to share with her, to lift her spirits. I returned with no good graces, no gifts, no excuses, nothing. I was right the first time. This time of year is nothing more than a trove of wasted hours dwelling on bad memories and the consequences of poor choices. All that, and a bottle or five of vodka.
So be it.
I am far more regretful that is all I truthfully have to share with her.
I still feel ill. Though it does serve me right.
She stayed awake and waited for me. I remember that much. She took me to bed, her bed, and tucked me in. I remember that too. She brought me breakfast and a hangover potion, or at least I assume she had left it there. I find it difficult to believe my other self would be so kind. He would have likely thrown it in my face. It would have served me right as well.
She... She cared for me, even though I was pitifully unable to find some sort of holiday tradition to share with her, to lift her spirits. I returned with no good graces, no gifts, no excuses, nothing. I was right the first time. This time of year is nothing more than a trove of wasted hours dwelling on bad memories and the consequences of poor choices. All that, and a bottle or five of vodka.
So be it.
I am far more regretful that is all I truthfully have to share with her.