aftermathing

I can't tell if I feel dreadful or not. This morning I awoke to my alarm, a rare occurrence that means one of two things: I went to bed really late, resulting in less than 5 hours sleep, or I am getting ill. It's hard to tell which it is because yesterday was a write-off and I didn't get nearly enough sleep the night before. So I might just be really tired or fighting an illness. I hope it's the former.

New Year's went OK. I had a couple people over for pre-drinks before heading out to a sock-hop in Gastown. In retrospect I should have either stopped drinking after the pre-drinks or drank less before we got to the club. Double gimlets sneak up on you, making you think you're OK until you just aren't. I remember being a little belligerent and sweary before we left my house; by the time we got downtown I was worse. I believe I told one of my friends that his tight pants were hot (um... sorry about that), twisted my ankle quite badly just after midnight, and kept falling on people on the dancefloor. I think this might have pissed people off, but I was too drunk to care.

Thankfully people take care of me when I'm in a state. Left on my own, I'm not sure I would have been able to make decisions that would result in me sleeping in familiar surroundings. One friend said we were walking home and I didn't fight at all, even though it was cold and my ankle was throbbing. I remember getting on a bus, but don't remember crossing Skid Row or walking through Chinatown. Once safely inside my house, everything becomes much clearer and I know I drank a lot of water and took a painkiller before sleeping.

Even though I didn't wake up ill, I didn't feel like leaving my couch yesterday at all. Friends came by to collect forgotten bits in the haste of heading to the club, and I met them looking a little worse for wear. Upon surveying my shoes, I realise they will be unwearable as fancy shoes because of the weird black marks all over them. I should have been watching all the DVDs I have out right now (including the 4th & 5th seasons of "Curb Your Enthusiasm," which I'm finding harder to watch), but instead I kept falling asleep like a narcoleptic. By the time bedtime rolled around I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. I was entirely wrong.

And now I am falling asleep at the keyboard, even though I have to write a ridiculously huge summary of a redesign project's measurements to present to the head of my floor, to be used by architects. I wish someone could make me a spreadsheet that would do all the work.