Alright. I’m sitting at my desk right now on the brink of actual death and I can’t help but think back on my actions and regret the hell out of them. I had fun though, so I guess I only regret some of the actions?
Last night, I went to my first Spurs game so naturally, I drank alcohol. I pregamed and drank at the game. I guess I drank ~ way ~ too much, because the time is now 3:27 PM and I have been at work since 8:00 AM today, hungover as fuck for every minute of it. I’m fortunate that my boss is out today, so she can’t see my devastating appearance along with the less than productive attitude I’ve had about work today. I’ve literally been trying (and failing) to not throw up for most of the day. I had to make not one, not two, but three mad dashes to the bathroom to vomit my guts out. Thankfully, no one was in the restroom at the time to hear my wretched noises, but it still sucked. It sucked so bad.
I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve cried today.
I took a nap in my car during my lunch break, but it was not nearly as helpful as I hoped it would be since I came back inside and then proceeded to go on my third mad bathroom dash so my body could expel all of my stomach’s contents. How there was anything actually left after the first two times, I am unsure. (TMI? I don’t care today–I’m miserable.)
After that I got some Easy Mac and a coke and finally got some food into my body. It helped. For a bit. But it recently wore off and I’m back to feeling like an actual garbage bag.
Today has been the LONGEST day of my life. Honestly. And it’s a Friday! Fridays are supposed to be good, not terribly miserable. This day also feels like it’s been
d r a g g i n g
on for like 10 years. I can’t handle it. I just want to go home and shower and sleep until I feel good again. Actually scratch that, the shower isn’t even necessary. I just want to go home and sleep so I don’t feel so bad anymore.
I’m so sad. I’m so miserable. I feel so bad. I’m nauseous. I am exhausted. I hate my decisions.
I am never going to stay out late drinking on a work night again. Ever. I might stay out late, and I might drink, but I will never combine the two again. I don’t think I went to bed until 3 AM or so, and my alarms went off at 6:30 AM this morning. So yeah, not much sleep. And not any quality sleep either.
That is all. I am just sad and wanted to talk about it to try and make the time pass a little faster. Peace out guys. Don’t make decisions like me. 🙂
xx – A
Update: it has been 5 minutes since I posted that and I just came back from my fourth throw-up bathroom run. So the Easy Mac and Coke did no favors for me. My body just said NOPE to that. Cool cool. It’s fine. I’m fine.
Another update: I found out Friday evening that some large venues have dirty lines for their draft beer. After doing some research, I found that the bacteria in those dirty lines can cause massive hangovers even if you don’t drink much (which I really didn’t). I honestly had started thinking that I was roofied or something, but I was sober by the time I got home Thursday night. So there ya have it, dirty tap lines made me die on Friday. That’s the only logical explanation for how badly I died.
Also, I might have failed to mention that I sprayed lavender color in my hair for the game and I absolutely loved it. So I’ll include some pics of my super cool hair. 🙂