Accidental Ambivalence

Tequila and a Tigers T-Shirt

It happened so recently, and so I knew it as soon as I woke up this morning. That was why I stayed exactly where I was, curled up under the quilt on my couch. And I stayed there. When I woke up again at three, it was a full-fledged migraine.

When Gallagher called me just after six to tell me that Weird Al was at Giant Bookstore, I thought she was lying. I had been lying there for the last three hours, alternately trying to fall asleep - and failing - and wishing that I could just die already. I had called my mom to tell her that I was dying. Marilyn was curled up at my feet and Puck had run away when I accidentally kicked him off the couch.

It was at that point that I dragged myself out of the bed, showered, dragged my hair into a side-braid, played with my new "azure" eyeshadow, and left the apartment, shielding my light-sensitive eyes with sunglasses and praying that I neither lost consciousness nor threw up before I could get to the drugstore and choke down some ibuprofen. (Because of course I haven't bought any since the last time this happened. That would make far too much fucking sense.)

Now I am taking a fifth of tequila and great hopes with me to Gallagher's. We're going to a barbecue, armed with Mexican hard lemonade and my great hopes for an evening of fun rather than boredom. I'm going in a denim skirt and an orange t-shirt blazoned with the mascot of the high school where I student taught. My hair is still in a side-braid, and I have no intention of changing anything.

I think, in my old age, I am becoming complacent.

Labels: alcohol, my insanity

posted by nicalyse @ 8:14 PM