I wish I could turn my keyboard
volume down today. Each word I put together by typing a string of characters reminds me of the drinks I had last night. I know exactly where I went wrong, it wasn't the first shot of Jack Daniels
. Not even the second shot, nor did any of the three Pacifico
s I drank put me in this state. Newcastle
came into my life fucked me over and left like a one night stand
. What seemed like a great idea then, drums into my head like a Crash Worship
show only in a painful way. I work in a lab, but today I can't deal with music. Both of my co-workers in here don't realize that when they sing along with the music I don't hear razor blade like pain pulses cut small chunks out of my brain. Instead of being extremely mad about the whole thing, I've been engaging them in conversation all day. It's working. But here is the real kicker
, it's a creeper hangover
. The worst of all, I feel worse at 2:45 than I did at 9:00. It's only 93 degrees outside, I haven't been smoking much today. I'm in a good mood though...
I can tell the summer found its way to Austin finally. Not because it's June, because at 7:30 last night I read a thermometer at 91. Some people complain about that, but I embrace the sweat that holds my shirt to my seat as I drive a piece of shit Chrystler with crappy AC. Snow almost fell last night, I missed it by 15 minutes or so. That's why I am in a good mood. While summertime snow feels really good and would have probably stopped my creepover in a heartbeat, my esteem would have been wrecked. Relapse, say it along with me....1-2-3, Relapse.
So in honor of not abusing a substance, I'll abuse a Rolling Stones lyric:
"You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find....you get what you need."