Cant get over the hangover.

Hangovers, ah well they are a work of art, they are a form self-inflicted torture, it’s a direct outcome of a night of debauchery, a night of indulgence.

Its not like I cant hold my drinks, I can to be honest, and over the last few years every time I have neared the point of no return, the point where your head spins like a top and the world resembles a vomit bowl, I have stopped, my body has over the last years shouted and told me to stop and I have obediently given into the needs of my aging body.

But last night was different, there were no signs, I kept drinking till I heard a bang in my head, it was actually my head hitting the floor.

And before I knew it I was gone!!, my head spun and the urge to let it out was overwhelming, I cant remember much, just the fish in the tank looked prettier and the light from the fish tank was too painful to look at.

And like it always happens, the sun rose, bright and beautiful, but my head, lord my head, it felt like a lead ball being pounded by ironsmith

I literally had to drag my sorry arse and my heavy head to work, where I sat popping pills and drinking tea, coffee and juice just to get rid of the hangover, and frankly I have been fighting a loosing battle all day

What have I learnt from this? I don’t know, maybe quit drinking, quit mixing whisky and wine? I don’t know , only time will tell