July 18, 2005
Do yourself a favor: If you haven't tried vodka and Red Bull, don't. The flavor is OK, or maybe I was too drunk to care, but after having spent most of Saturday night drinking the stuff I've spent most of Sunday wishing I hadn't.
A regular hangover I could have handled -- I've had plenty of them -- but this was different. I woke up at 8:00 or so (after passing out going to bed at 4:30-ish) with my heart racing. Figuring something had just startled me awake, I waited for it to go away.
It didn't. You know how sometimes while your car is idling, it'll rev the engine for no discernable reason? That's basically what my heart did on and off for about five hours. I gave up trying to get back to sleep at 11:30 and felt like the walking dead for the rest of the day.
I didn't have a headache, but after puking my guts out Saturday night, my stomach still felt like hell late into the afternoon. I didn't put anything down there Sunday except water, and there were a couple times I thought it would be coming back. Finally convinced myself to eat a bowl of cereal at 5:00 (I decided to skip biking this week). It stayed where I put it, but my system told me in no uncertain terms that I had made a mistake.
Ever have one of those days where you just wanted to die and get it over with? That's the kind of day I had Sunday.
