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Death Warmed Up
Apr. 29th, 2006 10:29 amI feel like shit this morning.
Last night I paid a visit to the Reading Beer Festival. I didn't drink all that much - three halves of beer - and I had a sandwich from the Hog Roast and a bag of pork scratchings. After I'd been there an hour or so, though, I felt my sinuses clog up. I also started to feel weak and vague, not in a drunken way but in an unwell sort of way.
The other thing is that I never learn. I go to these things in the expectation that I'll meet people I know, or that I'll engage with people I haven't previously known. It never seems to happen. I didn't see anybody I knew, unless you count the members of the excellent Ding Dong Daddios who weren't available to talk as they were busy providing the entertainment.
So after a while I went home, I was feeling depressed too, by this time, and very, very tired, and all sorts of crud was rising up in my head. I phoned a friend to dump on and received some hard but wise words. Then I went to bed.
I slept fitfully, with bizarre dreams in the sleep intervals. In between my mouth felt parched despite pouring lots of water down my throat, and I was visiting the loo at regular intervals.
I suspect there are hormones involved in this.
Could anybody spare a hug or two please? I'm not a bad person, despite what some people say.
Last night I paid a visit to the Reading Beer Festival. I didn't drink all that much - three halves of beer - and I had a sandwich from the Hog Roast and a bag of pork scratchings. After I'd been there an hour or so, though, I felt my sinuses clog up. I also started to feel weak and vague, not in a drunken way but in an unwell sort of way.
The other thing is that I never learn. I go to these things in the expectation that I'll meet people I know, or that I'll engage with people I haven't previously known. It never seems to happen. I didn't see anybody I knew, unless you count the members of the excellent Ding Dong Daddios who weren't available to talk as they were busy providing the entertainment.
So after a while I went home, I was feeling depressed too, by this time, and very, very tired, and all sorts of crud was rising up in my head. I phoned a friend to dump on and received some hard but wise words. Then I went to bed.
I slept fitfully, with bizarre dreams in the sleep intervals. In between my mouth felt parched despite pouring lots of water down my throat, and I was visiting the loo at regular intervals.
I suspect there are hormones involved in this.
Could anybody spare a hug or two please? I'm not a bad person, despite what some people say.
