.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 08 July 2009: Certain truths. So. Since yesterday I was nearly 100% complete on all rooms (about 10% Kitchen Items and about 5% Bedroom Items) - I thought today would be a breeze. I did not take into account the cocktails that Kat and I would have after dinner, nor did I take into account that I would continue drinking like I did. I drank less than I have, as of late, but still - some mixture last night is not sitting well today. Oh, and there is the fact that I was up for over 24hrs, without really realizing it since I was intoxicated for the last 8hrs of consciousness last night/this morning. Kat said that she would help me pack what's left when she gets back from work - since the only thing I can really do is sort things for a little bit, get sick, lay down, try again. I keep trying to get a little nap in to sleep it off, but I can't sleep anymore. Ben said that it's okay if we schedule him helping load the last boxes into the truck around 8pm-ish, so that will definitely give me some time. Although I did have a very great night last night, I really hate hangovers. I know that sounds obvious, but I never really remember how much they suck until I have one. I hate the entire hangover. I hate the waking up, still feeling a little intoxicated for the first few minutes. I hate the groggy/detached mental state. I hate the weak and/or shaky limbs. I hate the nausea and digestive pyrotechnics (from both top and bottom routes). I hate the hot and cold flashes. There is zero part of this that I am even remotely alright with... and it really makes me not want to drink again. Every time. Right now, I don't want to drink again until I am in AZ. I don't want to be awake again until I can start to AZ. I know, of course, in a few days, after I've felt good for a while... I'll want that intoxication again. Then I'll most likely feel like this again, and hate life. Blah. And, for the record, this is one of the top ten worst hangovers I can remember having. Moving on. Thursday I'm going to visit with Sara for a while. Friday I am going with Kat to see some of her friends perform. Saturday and Sunday I'll be relaxing. Monday I'll be waiting for the military to come take my belongings. Tuesday I start on my way to AZ. The closer it gets, the more excited I get. I'm so anxious... I'm pretty crazy about that boy, so I really look forward to seeing him. =) I really like his calm reassurance, his wit, his sense of humor, his thoughtfulness. I like how he kind of seems to dote on me. I like how he makes me feel amazing. I like the goodnight phone calls. I'm pretty excited to see what might happen. And, of course, the fact that he's so awesome definitely makes me even more excited about working out the college details so I can get to Phoenix, permanently, faster. =) Aw, crap. Apparently updating this took up the 'sort through things' time, so it's directly to being sick, then trying to rest a little. Balls. -Lisa. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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