Second Post

I woke up at 7 with a headache.  I figured more sleep would take care of it.  But when I woke up, for real, at 11, I still had a headache.  I drank coffee and ate cereal and tried to be healthy and alive.  I eventually resorted to popping two Ibruprofens, which made me feel better.

This evening I mixed a vodka/triple sec/lime/water combination and drank it on the porch.  I wanted something festive and tropical with which to read books in the sun.  Unfortunately there wasn't much sun this evening.  Oh well.  I finished the vodka drink while preparing nachos for me and E.  We watched the Jackets game (they lost 4-1, a depressing but understandable result).  I drank one and a half beers over the course of it.  I'm finishing the second beer now.  Alternating between sips on beer and water.

There is no point to finishing this beer.  It has already been paid for.  Consuming these last fews gulps will not make this night more interesting or fun.  It can only make tomorrow morning worse.  But I couldn't just dump it.  It just doesn't seem right.