It is the morning after, and the hangover is being felt. Honestly, I feel terrible this morning. Joints are stiff and sore, and I am still tired, even after a hard night of sleeping. What a party! And all that from a bread taco shell? I do not want to eat that again!
I have been down to the loo and the coffee maker, so I am set for a little longer before I have to get back out from under these wonderful blankets. I wonder what I would have felt like this morning if I would have just drunk myself stupid instead of eating that bread? I mean, a greasy breakfast, and I’d probably be on my feet and feeling good again! I’ll try to rest this off some more, then see what the work day is going to look like. I love that I can earn by driving. I just hate how long it takes me to earn a reasonable amount to get by on.
Alright. Here goes something. I’ll feel rough for the loss of the pain-free feeling I have been having lately. Then I’ll get back to it. And then, hopefully, I will start my day. I just need this to vanish off! Can it go within another hour or two? It’s Sunday morning. I can give it! Oh! My shoulder!