I feel hung over.
I honestly don’t know if I have ever felt the feelings of being hung over.
But this is how I would imagine it.
I am groggy starting the day.
My mind is rather hazy.
My body is refusing its normal actions.
I’m unsure how long these feelings with stick with me.
Or if there is a brighter day ahead of me.
But in my bones it’s hard to imagine there is a better experience waiting for me today.
I doubt it was that half of a beer I had last night that did it. Yeah, a beer! My day was really that wildly ridiculous… that I came home and opened one of the weird, random beers that someone left in my fridge ions ago. But the idea was better than the beer itself. So the beer sits on my coffee table; flat, warm and half full.
I simply feel hung over from my bad day.
Turns out my analogy is applicable.
Documented by the Webster Handy College Dictionary “hangover” is defined as “the belated effect of a previous act or condition”
Which means that yesterday when all the crazy shit was happening around me and I was reacting to this crazy shit … I was reacting in a superficial kind of crazy shit way. But today is when yesterday is settling into my little brain and making me feel… well, shitty and unwanting to return to work. I haven’t had one of those days at work in a long time. The days when it seems a truck just ran you over and then put itself in reverse and laid on the gas. Again, gear sift. Last night I was the unluckiest whore in Whoreville. I probably used the F*Bomb one hundred and three times. That averages out to once every five minutes for the duration of my shift.
But like all hangovers... I suppose this one will subside as the day ticks on. Or perhaps I should give that warm beer further consideration.
I do have to say that my silver lining of the night … or more aptly phrased to my ongoing analogy… the buzz of my downer last night was … in walked the mountain man I had publicly wished for on facebook a few nights ago. Really he worked for MPR’s Performance today. But he looked the part - Red plaid jacket, wild curly hair and a beard to boot. Nice.
I honestly don’t know if I have ever felt the feelings of being hung over.
But this is how I would imagine it.
I am groggy starting the day.
My mind is rather hazy.
My body is refusing its normal actions.
I’m unsure how long these feelings with stick with me.
Or if there is a brighter day ahead of me.
But in my bones it’s hard to imagine there is a better experience waiting for me today.
I doubt it was that half of a beer I had last night that did it. Yeah, a beer! My day was really that wildly ridiculous… that I came home and opened one of the weird, random beers that someone left in my fridge ions ago. But the idea was better than the beer itself. So the beer sits on my coffee table; flat, warm and half full.
I simply feel hung over from my bad day.
Turns out my analogy is applicable.
Documented by the Webster Handy College Dictionary “hangover” is defined as “the belated effect of a previous act or condition”
Which means that yesterday when all the crazy shit was happening around me and I was reacting to this crazy shit … I was reacting in a superficial kind of crazy shit way. But today is when yesterday is settling into my little brain and making me feel… well, shitty and unwanting to return to work. I haven’t had one of those days at work in a long time. The days when it seems a truck just ran you over and then put itself in reverse and laid on the gas. Again, gear sift. Last night I was the unluckiest whore in Whoreville. I probably used the F*Bomb one hundred and three times. That averages out to once every five minutes for the duration of my shift.
But like all hangovers... I suppose this one will subside as the day ticks on. Or perhaps I should give that warm beer further consideration.
I do have to say that my silver lining of the night … or more aptly phrased to my ongoing analogy… the buzz of my downer last night was … in walked the mountain man I had publicly wished for on facebook a few nights ago. Really he worked for MPR’s Performance today. But he looked the part - Red plaid jacket, wild curly hair and a beard to boot. Nice.
