Last night I went out. I don't do that very often, and for good reason. My old lady body just isn't used to being up all that late anymore. I didn't get home until 3:00 a.m. and had to be up by 8:00. It's 7:00 right now and I've been awake for over an hour. Maybe I need to condition myself better for this kind of activity? I had a really, really great time... I drank too much and laughed too loud. It was definitely a successful evening. Right now I feel fine, but I can only guess how I'm going to feel later today. I'm thinking that roadkill probably would be a good way to describe how I'll be feeling around, say, 5:00 p.m. I won't be hung over, but I will feel like I was run over by a bulldozer.
It was totally worth it.
Incidentally, if anyone has any tips for overcoming my impending doom, please comment...
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