this morning #825.

this morning, after twenty minutes of pushing the substantial remains of the necessary recovery breakfast my mate had graciously made for me around my plate, i gave in & gave up. it was time to stop lying to myself. my gut was in full-on rebellion mode, all fucked up hungover from last night’s SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS. i couldn’t believe i’d let it happen again. early yesterday afternoon, my bartender “friend” had lured my ass down to her bar, promising good company & good conversation. while i got a lot of both, i also ended up with a ludicrous level of free alcohol in my system, a good quantity of which was still sitting in there. accepting defeat, i just got to my two feet & got myself back into bed.