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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Gin and Juice 

Today was one of those hectic days. It even started kind of fucked up, considering my activities last night were sober. I woke up at 5 in the morning feeling like I was going to faint. Lying in bed. Yes, that's right. Lying down. I was in as a fainting-friendly position as I could have gotten. So, I got up. And then my head swirled. And pounded. And instructed me that if I didn't just sit my ass down on the couch there was going to be trouble. I figured, since you know, there are some sharp corners in my flat, it would serve me best to sit my ass down. So I did.

I woke up at 6.30. On the couch. Feeling like I was going to faint. I considered that maybe taking a shot of vodka would make it a little less inexplicable. But I couldn't bear the thought of walking all the way to the kitchen, opening the fridge, finding a drinking receptacle, opening the bottle... you get the point, right? My head pounded, and then it throbbed for about half a minute. I nearly fell over because I stood up so fast, which in the course of this story is starting to sound like a really stupid way to exaggerate just how quick it was that I stood up. Somehow, I managed to make it onto my bed, and somehow, without my duvet.

Dizzy, nauseous, headache-y, and cold... I woke up at 9 am. I lost the nauseousness for about 2 hours this afternoon, but it's gleefully returned. The dizzy, headache-y bits are constants in my day. I don't look forward to them leaving. It will make me feel somehow hollow.

I kid, I kid.

In some strange way, I thought I'd go have some gin and juice with the local nutheads - to celebrate or something.


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