As I foretold, my night was an ugly collage of spliced sleep and roughly sewn dreams that were embedded in chaos. I felt like I were awake while dreaming, and every time I opened my eyes, the dreams tore up sticking like shards in my eyes, gouging at my senses and hurting my peripheral vision, and that I woke up a lot of times last night would be a statement truer than most I make today.
My throat was parched like sandpaper stuck to my gullet, I must've drank almost a litre of water in between sleep and whatever I did behind closed eyes wouldn't ever be quantified as sleep.
Imagine waking up dehydrated, dreams still stuck to your face even though you remember not sleeping enough, but even as your head hit the pillow little tufts of nightmares poofed out of the bedding to dance in front of your eyes.
Horrible!
Add to that the fact that you never wake up looking as lithe after a night of excessive drinking. Face swollen with alcohol and sodium, an overall bloat and a general feeling of disdain creeping up your spine as you inspect yourself in full daylight in front of a mirror.
Never on Sunday the Greeks say, and so shall I.
Never on Sunday will I ever drink, especially when I'm aware of binging, and still unable to stop.
This is a bad recent development. A half bottle of wine is perhaps not much, but it's not what'd be constituted as normal either, and I don't like drinking nor drink much.
What has come over me?
This is time for retrospection and take strict measures.
I did work out enough to hurt my bones, but that's not enough. It's not right to make unhealthy life choices and atone through workouts.
Gah, I feel bad, and totally regret the last two glasses of that beautiful beautiful wine.
sigh :(
I'm making a note of this and hope to never repeat this idiotic mistake in the near future.
My throat was parched like sandpaper stuck to my gullet, I must've drank almost a litre of water in between sleep and whatever I did behind closed eyes wouldn't ever be quantified as sleep.
Imagine waking up dehydrated, dreams still stuck to your face even though you remember not sleeping enough, but even as your head hit the pillow little tufts of nightmares poofed out of the bedding to dance in front of your eyes.
Horrible!
Add to that the fact that you never wake up looking as lithe after a night of excessive drinking. Face swollen with alcohol and sodium, an overall bloat and a general feeling of disdain creeping up your spine as you inspect yourself in full daylight in front of a mirror.
Never on Sunday the Greeks say, and so shall I.
Never on Sunday will I ever drink, especially when I'm aware of binging, and still unable to stop.
This is a bad recent development. A half bottle of wine is perhaps not much, but it's not what'd be constituted as normal either, and I don't like drinking nor drink much.
What has come over me?
This is time for retrospection and take strict measures.
I did work out enough to hurt my bones, but that's not enough. It's not right to make unhealthy life choices and atone through workouts.
Gah, I feel bad, and totally regret the last two glasses of that beautiful beautiful wine.
sigh :(
I'm making a note of this and hope to never repeat this idiotic mistake in the near future.
