I and Pricegal have had a rough week, what with work and school and whatnot. So we decided to just waste this Friday and Saturday. Friday night, we had dinner with wine and watched a movie. Too much wine, too little movie. And too little dinner, probably. Anywho, I wake up at night with a serious case of bowel distress. Two hours later, after a couple of evacuations, I manage to sleep through the rest of the night. After we wake up, we stay in bed for a few hours, just watching TV. We get up, have breakfast, and then head for the bathtub. 90 minutes immersed in hot water together. That’ll relax you, mark my word. Still no traces of a hang-over.
And then it hits, like a ninja out of the shadows. Clearing away some breakfast remains, I get totally apathetic. I’m like a sleepwalker. I don’t even want to crash on the couch, I just want to disappear. I haven’t yet. Wish I could.
It’s now Saturday evening, Pricegal’s out dancing, and I’m trying to stay moderately awake. Straight Dope is helping… a little. If this post is a bit rambling and pointless, I apologize. I guess I’m fishing for sympathy. I haven’t been hung over in quite some time. Serves me right.
See ya on the other side of tonight.
