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01 January 2006
Oh, the headache. The bunnys pretty damn cute today.
God, my head is killing me...beer, vodka and champagne don't mix.
Nothing like a room full of strangers to make a girl feel really lonely. I should have made an effort to meet people but I don't have it in me anymore. So, here I sit. Awake with this massive headache, everyone else is asleep and I am DEPRESSED.
Nah, its more poetic to lie around in one's own filth.
Poetic? Then I must be Lord Byron. I haven't showered or shaved since Friday Morning and I'm still walking around the same t-shirt flanel and boxers I fell asleep in that night. I'm only mildly hung over. I only had 8 tallboys and a small Wild Turkey & Coke yesterday. Coffee should squeegee my brain clean nicely.
I also haven't cut my hair in three months, and yet I think my hairline is recending. I'm starting to look very escaped mental patient/frazzled physicist.
Oh beautiful bunnies, even though I stayed sober, last night was a clusterfuck beyond standard operating procedure. BUT it is over, it's new year and I am on V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N. The first in two years. Woo hoo!
I am thankfully not hungover, although I can sympathize fully with the exploding head, dehydrated ughs. Drink lots of water, don't forget to eat, and nap frequently. And pee.
God, I'm so hungover it hurts to breathe and I might still throw up. I'm never going to another party; they make me nervous and so I drink too much and then I feel like this in the morning. Christ.
Actually... I'm either sick again or still sick, but last night the sore throat and stuffy nose started up again, and I ended up drinking a lot more tea and water than alcohol.
Oh NO taz! There is no shortage of mucus at the chewy house, I can tell y'all that.
The worst hangover I ever had was new year's day 1982 I think. All I could do was lie on the couch, not move my head or body, just my eyes, enough to see what time it was. For the whole day.