Hangovers Are The Suck

Holy shit did I drink a lot of flavored vodka last night.  Absolut Pear & tonics go down like buttah.

Thus, today was Hangover Day.  Hangover Day used to be Hangover Morning or Hangover Hour, but that was back in college when my liver was stronger.  It could benchpress its own weight!

Hangover Day is also Moping Day, and Bored and Lonely Day. I think it’s because I hurt just a bit too much to actually do anything, but I can still think about all the ways in which I am a dysfunctional human being.  And because I am still hungover, I don’t have the energy to actually do anything to address these issues.  It’s a vicious cycle.  The most productive thing I did today was go to Rite-Aid to buy TP.  (I actually really like browsing in [large, well-lit, clean] drug stores.  It’s like a cheap Sephora.  Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that Sephora is like an expensive drugstore.  Whatever, buying beauty products is a good way to feel better.  Especially those Biore pore strips.  I love Biore pore strips.)

Also, a Boy hasn’t returned a Call, and I am mindfucking that to death.  Stooopit Boys.  I would be much saner without them.  I have been whining about that one to just about everyone I know, including the crazy singing dude at the Ditmars stop on the N.  I would very much like to turn off the part of my brain that goes, “ZOMG! WHY has he not called me back! He hates me! Is he dead? Tied up in a basement by a psychotic ex? Did he see my ass fat?  Whyowhy?” over and fucking over, like a goddamned hamster on a wheel.  It’s so obnoxious.

Useless day.  I’m going to put on a face mask and go to bed.