Recovery Status: On-Going

I'm not going to lie to you. I'm just not built for this crap anymore.

It used to be that two days out drinking would leave me kinda tired, but still ready to roll when it was time to gear up and get at it. Now? One night out almost killed me, and if it wasn't for an infusion of Red Bull and the sugar rush from a veritable buffet of cake I might not have even made it out on my birthday, proper. Which, while sad when you think about it, might not have been the worst idea I've ever had.

I sit here on Wednesday night, and I'm still a little "off"... I wouldn't call it "hungover" per se, but I don't exactly feel right, either.

Monday is practically a blur. I really only woke up (mentally....) once I started downing a Red Bull during Prison Break. I was only then starting to get my head straight, and then I starting into it again.

Then Monday night proved to be another trainwreck. Turns out that my "friends" are just here to exact revenge for what I've done to them on their birthdays... Turns out karma's a bitch.

I figured that last night, between softball and piping (ie: physical activity), I had kind of taken the edge off, and returned me to normal... but lo and behold, this afternoon at the jobsite (after having to mediate a meeting between bickering adults... talk about trying one's patience), we were in the contractor's trailer because of the rain, and then they started in on me...

Corrine: You look really tired!
Me: Yeah, I think I am.
Rob: Tired? He looks hungover!
Me: Still?
Ray: Oh...did you get into the Ta-kill-ya?
Me: No, actually, I didn't..... hold on. Nope, I think I did. [pause to contemplate] Yeah, we definitely did. That really explains a lot all of a sudden.

I think getting to bed before 3 for the second time in a week might be a good idea. Of course last night was the first time.... and when have I ever been about good ideas, anyway?

With old age, does NOT come maturity.