“If you’re going through hell, keep going.” ~Winston Churchill
The last time I was this hungover was October 27, 2004, the day after my 21st birthday. The birthday that will always be remembered as that time JB made me play Guess the Shot! and the shot was gin and I’d rather have my toenails removed with pliers than ‘enjoy’ a gin martini. The story of how I got the hangover from hell is a convoluted one that ends with someone who I respect reaming me out for an hour. I then wake up this morning and I am reamed out once again because I am not a mother and I will never be a mother and I should probably just pack it all in right now because I will never know anything. Which makes the person who told me all about myself the other evening slightly correct: My heart isn’t in it right now. It’s not all that into anything and I’m pretty hurt and embarrassed right now because…well, let’s face it: I’m an asshole. Anyway, I have a long and much deserved vacation coming up this week and hopefully I feel a little better at the end. But right now I’m feeling perpetually shit upon and rather than explore why in a very public fashion I want some me-time.
Have a lovely week and be wary of anything that is fermented.
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Oh, Heather. I hope you’re OK. Take your vacation, get some rest, and feel better. xoxo
*sigh* try to enjoy your vacation, chicky. sorry you aren’t feeling better right now.
Feel better, enjoy your vacation and more importantly the me time. It does wonders.
Sorry things are so rough—keep licking your Iphone, it’ll totally help.
I’m sorry, I hope this vacation does what you need it to. xoxo
What Winston Churchill said.
Take care.
I don’t know the situation, so here’s a *hug*. Just keep hanging in there, these things get better with time. (I hope).
I’ve had gin once and it was the worse hangover of my life. I woke up feeling flat out paranoid and panicked and it was HORRID.
Sorry you’re going through the shit, and hope you feel better soon. Vacation sounds good! Virtual hugs…
Gin sucks, you don’t.
Gin in our house is called “pants remover”. It is no longer is in residence. Feel better on all levels.