Drinking

On Saturday I went out. Whaoooo. I don't get out enough so each time I do, it's a monumental occassion. I drank... a lot. At the time it was good, chocolate martini, ceasar, gin, beer and wine. Each one tastier than the next. And for what?

My drunken sleep, my groggy awakening with a hint of drunkeness and bam... hang over. Now I am blessed/cursed with getting minor hangovers. I am foggy, cranky, slow and moody. These may seem mild symptoms but in hindsight, they dent and tarnish my character.

For YEARS, I drank like a fish, squandering my money and time to feel a bit more free and happy for a couple hours. The days that followed were ruined, little to no ambition, my reputation tainted and my bank account... Sigh.

For YEARS, I lived like this! By nature I am sensitive. SO being hungover exaggerated this, which in turn, made me a basket case.

Hindsight is a great thing eh?! Well, my past is tarnished but now I need to get the baking soda, salt and vinegar out to clean it up.

Good bye, so long, farewell my liquid friend!