Hung over?

So far, this is the worst hangover for me. After 4 straight nights of hepatic abuse and neurologic compromise, I finally succumbed to the crappiest feeling. The peak enjoyment that Jack Daniels, Coke, Heineken, and XX gave me has resulted in a direct reflection peak across the x-axis. I was, officially, fucked up.

I'm not an avid fan of drinking, only indulging in such a socially conditioned activity on rare, warranted occasions. I actually know my threshold- I can still drive from Long Beach to my Cerritos home safely after 3-4 beers (depending on what kind, too). Last night was really different. It was a bad positive feedback effect, just like sickle-cell anemia. The sickle-shaped RBCs cannot deliver more oxygen. Less oxygen, more hypoxia. More hypoxic tissues, more normal RBCs change conformations to its sickle shape. And the vicious mechanism perpetuates. Same here. More JD's, more ineffective decision making. Ineffective decisions= more alcohol. More alcohol=more alcohol. And so it perpetuates.

The day after:

Strangely woke up early. Thought everything was okay. Decided to go to school/lab to finish up lab chores for the week. Ate. The food comatose didn't help.

Got to the school parking lot. Wasn't successful on opening the door. Cherished the situation that is my ass embedded to the car seat. Realized that I was also having an annoying feeling on my skull's temporal area. And it was bilateral. It was a headache. Good thing Sam was with me. So I happily acquiesced to his decision of staying home and taking a nap.

Knocked out for 2 hours. It felt like 20 hours of sleep.

Now I'm energized with a small trace of a hangover. Thank you to Sam, sleep, gallons of water, and a grande coffee. I am here at starbucks killing time before my work. I just finished studying too.

Ugh.