I over-indulged on alcohol Saturday night out with friends. I believed I drank about half a bottle of whisky on top of a couple glasses of wine and martinis I downed before. Not to mention a double shot of vodka the night before right after coming back from work.
So, Sunday morning I woke up with a major drama queen moment. I spent the WHOLE, really WHOLE day throwing up in the bathroom. To be frank, I still felt like I was drunk that day. The hangover kicked in only around 9pm that night. Then I turned to Dan and told him that I am never ever going to drink anymore!!! And he said those encouraging words to me, "You always say this when you get to this stage but then you will always do the same thing once you feel better"
Monday, woke up with a hangover. Yeah, the hangover that was supposed to be here Sunday. I had to drag myself to work. I seriously thought I was gonna spend a couple hours hugging the toilet at work but I downed some coffee and painkillers and off I went with the shit pile of work that I had to do. For fuck sake I couldn’t even swallow my sandwich coz my damn throat was hurting like hell from throwing up so much the day before. It was a freakin’ long day. I didn’t get to go home till 7:15pm!!!
Today, I got up and I felt waaaaaaaaayyyyy better. And now I am sitting down, typing this post and in my head I am picturing a nice cold bottle of beer. DO I HAVE A PROBLEM OR WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? I swear I don’t think that it is something that I need to be worry about but every time someone hears about my drinking habit, he/she would say, "You are an alcoholic"
Alcoholic or not, all I know is that, I love not being able to think when I get to that Lala-Land stage. Life in Lala-Land is wonderful.
