Sunday, June 06, 2004

The Day After

12:15 a.m. Crawled between the sheets; too drunk to even put on my PJs. Bed spinning wildly out of control.

6:00 a.m. Hear the unmistakeable thump of Sunday paper being delivered; feel hangover headache begin to pound.

6:30 a.m. Crawl out of bed and consume a handful (okay, four) of ibuprofen. Put on the PJs and went out and got the paper. Fixed myself a cup of General Foods International French Vanilla Coffee (okay, not really GFIC but the generic store brand) and read the first half of the paper.

7:15 a.m. Headache not pounding quite so much, go back upstairs, turn on the FX channel and go back to sleep with "Ally McBeal" in the background.

8:10 a.m. Realize that "Cops" now on. Close my eyes while "Bad Boys" carry on in the background.

9:15 a.m. More "Bad Boys" ... more sleep.

10:00 a.m. Decide that enough is enough; get out of bed, go downstairs to read the rest of the paper and clip coupons that I'll probably never use. More generic GFIC and a couple pieces of toast. And another handful (okay, three) of ibuprofen.

The next two hours went by uneventfully and as the ibuprofen continues to work I am feeling no pain. Picked up a few things ... cleared off the kitchen table (we'll see how long that lasts) ... cooked up two pieces of chicken in the George Foreman grill (the real thing - accept no substitutes) and actually pulled on clothes and made my bed. Can't wait to see if my afternoon is similarly productive.

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