OK, brief timeline of where I've been.
Friday: Got out of the house for the afternoon and evening to avoid repairmen and general Friday night stress. Saw Immortals (brief review: 300 was beautiful obscenity, and therefore the action film version of pornography. By that analogy, Immortals is a snuff film, with all the violence and degradation in high-def slo-mo), ate Chinese food, played Debarchery in Adam's Empowered game. Life was good.
Saturday: Woke up feeling hung over (minus throbbing head and nausea) for no apparent reason whatsoever. Made irritating and mystifying by the fact that I haven't touched alcohol in at least a month. Accomplished fuck-all.
Sunday: Still feeling worked over and wrong out. Accomplished two things: jack and shit.
Monday: Okay, now I don't feel hung over any more, but now I'm coughing and sneezing and sweating like I'm coming down the flu.
Tuesday: I spend most of the day in bed, feeling like I am gonna throw up any moment now.
Wednesday: And just like that, it's gone. I wake up feeling terrific. It's as if the past four days never happened.
So now I'm gonna try to get back on track for NaPelWriMo. Try being the operative word.
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