I was supposed to have that contest ready by today but I don’t. Sorry, I had pretty rough weekend. I’m not going to get into the cause right now, but more or less I was misled – likely unintentionally – about a get together on Friday night. When I found out someone I didn’t want to see was there, I rolled out. I’m a dick, ’cause someone was in town that I was looking forward to seeing. However, by not being there I may have prevented some unneeded bullshit. Whatever, that’s not the thing. The thing is that this situation – even though it likely wasn’t intentional – made me a crybaby sissyboy (I didn’t actually cry, but you know… got salty), so I found a liquor store and headed home to game, order a pizza, and flirt with skanks on the internet, because that’s how I deal with my pain. Healthy, right? I woke up with terrible hangover on Saturday morning. It was awful. I drove to gas station and picked up some Powerade Zero things – they’re a buck each around here at most locations for… I don’t know, a while.
The “Gatorade Cure” never worked for me when I was younger. Then again, hangovers when I was younger were never really bad. I think the worst one I had before turning about 25 was cured with a bottle of water, one Tylenol, a cold slice of pizza, and whatever was left of the orange soda I was using as a mixer the night before. I was fine in about half an hour, and was able to go out that night. That’s not how things work for me anymore. If I go even one drink over my safe zone, the next morning will be hell, and it could last all day. This goes for pretty much any substance. In my early 20’s, I could drink coffee all day with it having almost no effect on me. Now if I have one too many cups, my heart starts pounding like it’s trying to escape. So while I now get way more wrecked by booze, the water and electrolytes or whatever it is that plants crave can now bounce me back. I don’t get all the way fixed, but it can make me functional when I otherwise am not.
So grabbed the Powerades and headed back to my place. I sports-drinked and cold-pizzed myself back to “alright” and started to deal with some of the stupid projects and chores I have around my place. As much as I would like to, I just can’t bring myself to spend a full weekend doing jack-shit. Which reminds me (tangent time), I’m going to list some of these projects here. For some reason, I tend to get to them a lot more quickly after I mention them here:
- replace toilet reservoir
- replace bathroom fan
- choose paint scheme
- deal with my kitchen drawers
- finish one of those damn guitars