one of lifes many little lessons...or not

(rainy city night...)

i meant to blog last night. i really did. but, you see, this snarky little attitude i have toward life and responsibilities lately led me to consume a bottle of wine on a fairly empty stomach. i stayed up until midnight playing rockband and being generally annoying. (ya know, it all started because i couldn't fit the bottle of wine back in the fridge after adding a lunch box and a costco tub of grapes.)

here's what i hate the most about the morning after i comit liver suicide:

-the unquenchable thirst. it sucks. i can't get enough liquids in me, period. right now, i'm drinking my second thermos full of pink lemonade. (water never tastes good the next morning either.) i would love some orange juice and am pondering changing in all of my pennies in order to come up with the silver money needed to purchase some from the vending machine. if that didn't make me look so insanely ghetto to my co-workers, who would be trading me for the silver, i would have by now.

-the sore. i fell asleep last night and never moved. not even once. my muscles are definetely reminding me of that today.

-the hunger. ok, well that mostly comes from the fact i didn't eat last night, but still; normally, if i go to bed without eating, i wake up pretty ok--grab some fruit and a granola bar and start the day off in a healthy way. if i drink though, i wake up and eat anything and everything. so far, i have had a bagel and a bag of chips. (that, on top of the two thermos's of lemonade, has me considering going home sick today.)

-the fact that i feel fairly decent this morning. within an hour or two, and a cup of coffee or two, i will be completely back to normal. like watering a wilted flower...i just perk back up. why is that a bad thing you ask? because it's not bad enough to make me remember to never do it again. i mean, this little part of me wishes my head would throb so bad that i would puke all over my desk and then pass out in it, only to be found by my boss. ok, no, i don't really wish that, but that sure would make me remember to never do it again. right now...i'm simply a wilted flower. granted i haven't done a ton of work yet so we'll see how my concentration levels are but still, i guarantee you it wouldn't be enough to make me never drink a bottle of wine on an empty stomach on a monday night again.