My first thought, upon waking up at 8.15 this morning -- just four hours afetr I'd fallen asleep -- was, "Oh fuck."
Went to work slightly hung-over and sore in places I -- regrettably -- have nearly forgotten I have. Burned the shit out of my hand whilst attempting to follow a crazed, hung-over compulsion to completely sanitize the espresso machine. My co-workers made me sit down with an ice pack. I told them I was fine and got the reply, "Helena, you just poured a whole cup of boiling water over your hand; you're not fine." Um... oh yeah.
Have decided that alcohol is probably not a good thing for me. Or rather, alcohol in quantities greater than half a medicine dropper, is not good for me.
Need to think a little bit now and put some more ice on my hand.
Sometimes I have one of those weeks where I don't think about ANYTHING, god-dammit. Now it's time to clean up the messes.
~Helena*