So yesterday I was feeling all impressed with myself because despite a large number of drinks consumed and a lot of hookah smoking on Saturday night I was feeling pretty good. I didn't have a headache, my throat didn't hurt, I wasn't sore at all, it was pretty nice. Four of us went to breakfast, then I hung out at home for awhile and then I went over to help my new neighbors unpack a little.
*sidenote: Have I mentioned how unbelievably happy I am that my friends are moving back to Winthrop?? I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY ABOUT IT. Suddenly my lack of a car is completely moot as far as hanging out purposes. Friends within walking distance is fabulous.
Anyway, I did all this stuff and then I went to bed nice and early, got a full night's sleep, and woke up this morning feeling like I was about 75 years old. My legs are killing me from hip to toe, my head feels as though it's in a fog and the fact that I made it through the entire work day without falling asleep at my desk is a pretty big accomplishment.
Sooo tired. After work I met some people for a drink (but just one drink and it was sangria so I feel like that only counts as half a drink anyway) and I was all excited to get home and watch The Middleman at 8:00 and then go to sleep, only to discover that it's on at its "new time." Which is 10:00pm.
Crap.
Oh well, I'm pretty sure I'll stay up for it anyway. Because I am well known for not making good decisions when it comes to bedtime and getting enough sleep.
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