Somehow through the sheer power of will I have managed to stave off a potentially (read: extremely) nasty hangover.
I woke up feeling incredibly too wretched for words, but I had to take King to work. So I went to the bathroom and popped some Ibprofren and then I somehow managed to drive King to work without incident. When I got to the mall, I parked the car and went in for some coffee, in deference to aforementioned hangover.
There is a new girl at Gloria Jeans who is sort of stupid. Making my coffee seemed to take her for(fucking)ever, so while I was waiting I had to sort of force myself to not gag and (eventually) vomit into the nearby trash can. But I managed not to. And then I got my coffee, and I trucked back to King's work, where I gave him his coffee, and then I marched back to the car. And by the time I got back to the car, I was feeling much much better.
Screw you, hangovers! I beat you!
3 comments:
lol!
yay! you beat the hangover.
Congrats.
Next time do Gatorade instead of coffee!
Also try taking an Aleve before you go to sleep; I realize this may be hard to remember, though.
But the point, Jon, was that I beat this with my MIND.
Which is cooler than gatorade. Mind-power is, that is to say.
...shut up...
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