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pjthompsonI can't believe I'm hung over. I didn't have all that much to drink last night, but I am so out of practice. We were celebrating the significant birthday of a friend and it was a very nice evening, but I'm urpy and dragging today, not worth much. So it was either the drink or the bout of emergency housecleaning I did yesterday because we were meeting at my house before going out. I think I'm allergic to housecleaning. Seriously.
The urpiness got me to thinking about how in my misspent youth I used to go out to bars and clubs all the time and get hammered two, three times a week, deal with the consequences (including going to work less than sober), and by the grace of Something Higher arrive back home again without getting myself or others killed. Naively, I used to think that going out and pushing the edge of sanity meant I was truly living my life. Silly muffin. I was just going out and getting drunk and lucky to have survived. I was actually much happier once I'd had that revelation and realized I could stop doing it. I no longer had anything left to prove, and I really don't like feeling like a used dishrag the morning after.
And considering all the problems with alcohol abuse in my stereotypical Celtic family, it was definitely for the best. Fortunately, I didn't follow that family tradition.
Which is why I'm so badly out of practice. Urp.
The urpiness got me to thinking about how in my misspent youth I used to go out to bars and clubs all the time and get hammered two, three times a week, deal with the consequences (including going to work less than sober), and by the grace of Something Higher arrive back home again without getting myself or others killed. Naively, I used to think that going out and pushing the edge of sanity meant I was truly living my life. Silly muffin. I was just going out and getting drunk and lucky to have survived. I was actually much happier once I'd had that revelation and realized I could stop doing it. I no longer had anything left to prove, and I really don't like feeling like a used dishrag the morning after.
And considering all the problems with alcohol abuse in my stereotypical Celtic family, it was definitely for the best. Fortunately, I didn't follow that family tradition.
Which is why I'm so badly out of practice. Urp.