The thing I hate most about hangovers is the upset stomach. The headaches I can handle just fine … but that stomach issue is the killer. Usually a nice greasy breakfast will take care of the problem. A stop at McDonald’s for the required medicine has not helped any. So, here I sit with the feeling that I’m gonna barf at any second. Yeah. You wanted to know that.
Why drink so much you ask? Ah, who knows.
Should I tell you about how pissed off I was yesterday … about how I sat outside for lunch yesterday … about how I sat in the sun while I ate my lunch and almost cried … almost cried out of frustration, anger, fear … almost cried because I feel like I can’t do anything right at this point in my life. Should I tell you about how, after a lot of vodka last night, I told someone I care about so much it hurts that I really, really hated them … about how when I fell into bed I stared at my dead mother’s picture on the wall … stared at it and wondered what she would make of all this. I don’t think there is an answer.
By the way … I’m still pissed off.

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