Saturday, July 25, 2015

Saturday morning

Last night I went to a party. I expected it to be a little awkward and not as good as it was. I came back to my usual hookah bar at 3 am to hang out with my friends pretty freaking wasted. I felt good. As someone who probably drinks once a month if that, I very often forget how therapeutic getting drunk really is. I can see why people become alcoholics. But really, after this past week it was refreshing. I came home at about 5 a.m. and laid on the couch while my friend set up Jurassic world on the tv. I'd already seen it in theaters but who doesn't like watching dinosaurs while trying to keep your balance?

This morning I woke up to a rhino beetle next to my face which caused me to freak out and wake up earlier than planned. No hang over, no aftermath feeling. I did text him last night but not to the embarrassingly drunk point, but I don't think I told him the truth about the question he asked.

Or maybe I did. I didn't wake up with my heart at my feet or my limbs feeling like bricks and wanting to die. I woke up okay. I was always appreciative of how my mind for weeks could feel attached to a person, then one day something clicks and I can't remember how I felt before. My sickness is usually like that, when I'm up I'm really up, when I'm sick I'm really sick.

Either way. Last night was great, and this morning isn't much of a let down either. Hopefully the rest of my day will go like this.

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