The Beautiful Sunday I'm Too Hungover To Deal With It Blues

It's the ugly truth and I'm just gonna say it:

I am so hungover right now I feel like I could die.

I'm now one of those people who turns into a tipsy bon vivant after two glasses of wine or a single finger of Maker's, so the bottle of wine and handful of beers I drank with Nancy last night are kicking my ass in a completely deserved and righteous way.

I tried two cups of coffee, but all that did was make me wide awake and hungover. Took a scalding shower and drank a giant bottle of water. Tried to nap, but see above: coffee. Wide awake AND with the spins, not to mention the stupid cat wanted under the blanket, then out from under, and merely succeeded in slithering back and forth over my body from shoulders to feet while meowing loudly the whole time. Thought laying on the living room floor might help. Don't ask, I don't know why, either. Played the Seal song "Waiting For You," a couple of times and danced barefoot in my kitchen while singing along (have you ever noticed that when Seal sings, he makes everything sound so *urgent*?) Then I tried to reach that note in "I have been waiting, I have been WAIT-ing for you" with my injured I-smoked-a-million-cigarettes-last-night voice and I had to put both hands on the top of my head to keep it from exploding. So, shhh, no singing either, even though I'm
sorta liking the extra rasp I've got going on. Have resorted to scavenging a smoothie out of what's here, bananas and frozen blueberries and yogurt and granola and milk and orange juice and flax seed. Not many blueberries in the house, so it's not the rich purple I like but more -- purplish. Wish I had some Vita Coco in the fridge. Damn.

Barely managing the liner notes on this CD, and then this:

"But hey, that's life!...Isn't it? You allow yourself to be backed into a corner by the rejection, the adversity. You allow yourself to fall from grace and then you feel again. You re-ignite the senses, you re-evaluate the gift of being able to make someone happy and then...You strike! The frustration, the self-doubt, the all time low, the anxiety and the disappointment. You gather them and then you strike with the might of it all. You let it hurt you, maim you and even disgrace you. But you NEVER let it kill you. You let it get you down but then you get back up again and you strike!...with the might of the peaceful warrior." (Seal, 2003)