I don’t know how this is happening.
My brain (if I have one) feels like it got dipped in acid. Like a brick fell from space and hit me in the head.
I’m still hung over some how. Or that my brain cells are recovering from my “celebratory” drinking binge I had Saturday night.
My Operations Lieutenant came right up to me and examined my eyes. Apparently he was following my Facebook and kept seeing more and more photos of me holding a beer (different label each pic) and wanted to know how I was feeling.
Honestly… I never want to touch a beer for a while. As fun as it was I never want to have this feeling again. I’ll stick to my usual two after work beers.
I saw my dearest sweetheart working today. I told her that I, somehow, still felt like crap. She rushed in and turned into a medic of some sort and handed me three migrane pills. Didn’t do much.
Pounded many bottles of Gatorade. Did nothing.
The worst part of all of this is that I am still getting messages and photos of my night out.
I feel like this is the “Hangover: Military Version” film and I’m the star. I can’t remember what happened but people are still talking about it. Just thank god many videos were on Snapchat.
So for today I won’t have much to write. Maybe just a few things from what I learned.
Always make sure you have someone who cares enough to help you feel better.
Never challenge a sailor when it comes to beer.
Facebook can be the enemy.
Thank the lord Snapchat is only temporary (sometimes).
Let me recover (again) today and I’ll be right back on it tomorrow.