This is not the best day ever

3 bottles of wine. Yesterday I managed to polish off 3 bottles of wine in a online drinking seance or whatever with a friend. Now, I didn't go in with the intent of drinking 3 bottles mind you, but they somehow seemed to merge together at some point. I do not get a hangover from red wine. I got a massive fucking hangover from 3 bottles of red wine.

I woke up today with absolutely no idea of how I got there or when and I was nauseous to the brink of some red wine regurgitation if you catch my alcohol ridden drift. But I managed to keep it together and thought some breakfast might do the trick. This was the point were I quickly realized I had absolutely no food in the apartment (nothing edible anyway).

So off I went to the nearest shopping mall, conveniently located a mere 10 minutes by tram from my place. No biggie, right? BIGGIE! 10 minutes on a shaking tram that stops and starts with a jolt and does so at every tram-stop while being a bad thought away from public disclosure of yesterdays dinner is a bad fucking idea.

But I managed and found my way to the mall after a short walk in blistering heat (something that did not stop me from putting on pants and a jacket before leaving the house). So I come walking in to the cool, cool mall, all the while thanking Willis Haviland Carrier for his contribution to this planet, heading for the grocery store. At this stage I am overheated, have a pounding headache and limited motor functions, leaving me one hungry moan from being shot on sight by a overly nervous security guard who saw Dawn of the dead last night (this is a good time to tell you that this story and indeed blog post has no point to it...thought I'd give you the heads up).

For some reason people look at you a little funny when you are dressed for winter in blistering heat while roaming the store in search of painkillers and a bottle of water. Not to mention the look you get from the cash register lady (faaat) when those two items are the only thing being slapped down on the counter by me with what I can imagine must have been a pretty dull facial expression as the higher brain functions were on vacation until an already failing liver tries desperately to clean shit up.

I knock back a few (4) painkillers (which are actually pain-ticklers for the good it did me) and arfed down a foot long sub (meatball with mayo to be specific). Feeling slightly better I thought I'd go see a movie and settled on Max Payne seeing as it was the only thing playing that I haven't already seen. Besides, nothing like balls-to-the-wall action with no deep meaning does the trick when working on a f'ed up system.

WRONG! That movie was so bad I actually thought I'd been fooled into a Owe Boll film. Everything started bad and it went down hill from there. You'd think a movie like that would at least have some cool action sequences, but I guess not. It's rare that I actually contemplate walking out of a movie, but this one made me come pretty close.

After that monstrosity I walked home and here I am, not having the best day ever. Felt it was worthy of a blog post as days like these are rare indeed. At least now I have a pizza at my side and a bottle of Coke Zero, so things might just be looking up at last.



Hm...Coke's a bit flat.