The hangover

I give up

I woke up this morning, with a raging inferno of a hangover. The type that makes you feel like you're still drunk. Or perhaps I was/am.

Last night was one of those ridiculous nights on a rooftop with coworkers that is awesome at the time and  cringe inducing the next day.


Now I'm a zombie. I can't function. All I can think about is getting home and into bed. It's no way to live.

Beer, I'm done with you. There's no way around it. This relationship is abusive. You show me a good time then you throw me down the stairs.

There is no "moderation" when it comes to us. We need another month apart.

Thanks for the memories, boo(ze)