Hah. I felt hung over this morning. My head was playing the trombone in a slow and steady tune meant to make my head feel like it was about to blow up like the Death Star in a most unspectacular fashion. Thankfully that didn’t happen, and thankfully it only lasted for a minute or so, but for a whole minute I tried to piece together what the hell I had done the previous evening that’d warrant such a pounding headache. It’s amazing the kind of scenarios you can piece together out of wild flights of fancy when you have nothing to actually base it on. Although I suspect there was some wishful thinking involved, perhaps along with some random weird dream I had that night.
One of the scenarios went something like this: I had come home from work, seen a movie with my brother, gone off to bed, and somehow in the middle of the night I’d gone to a party where I drank a gazillion litres of vodka and beer (they don’t mix well), miraculously came home and lay down to sleep again only to wake up with a confused head.
The second one was pretty awesome, despite the headache; I dreamt that I turned into a dragon in the middle of the night and flew off to enjoy my transformation for a looong time, but then the US Air Force came along with every single fighter they had to shoot me down since they didn’t like someone/thing with a bigger dick than them (in terms of awesomeness). After alot of fighting I had reduced their entire air force to cinders with my awesomeness (no, not my dick) and they decided that they’d nuke my ass out of the sky. So there you go, a nuke wears a dragon out, so I went home to sleep a bit. There you go, nukes = headaches.
The third scenario that I went through involved alot of night-time running. Alot of night-time running. So much that I was dehydrated and my head was pounding from the exhaustion. Not a pleasant thought.
The fourth scenario that I can remember thinking about shouldn’t be mentioned in public, but it’s physical exhaustion as well.
All that because I only slept for a few hours and far too little. Damn.
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