Self-Loathing: You happy about being hungover?
Me: Shut up.
Self-Loathing: I mean, you did it to yourself.
Me: Shut. Up.
Self-Loathing: And he certainly didn't help.
Budding Alcoholism: I can taste my feet.
Me: I said shut the hell up!
Ego: Not so loud...
Reflection: Oh God, 7:15 AM...
Self-Loathing: Oh that was the best! Waking up, cursing yourself and the world and your fragile body. Room spinning and tilting like a damn acid trip. Threatening to become a vegan to punish your body if it didn't technically put you into a medical coma. Good times.
Ego: I get it, thanks.
Self-Loathing: So do you have anything to say for yourself?
Me:...it was fun.
I'm told that if you put your right foot on the ground while lying in bed it makes the room stop spinning.
ReplyDeleteWhen you're the state of mind where you couldn't with 100% certainty IDENTIFY a foot, it probably doesn't help much.
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