A hangover from hell.

Is it not enough that humans are forced, by nature of their own bodies, to pay a pennance for enjoying themselves through the use of alcohol? We all know what a hangover is (assuming you, dear readers are of age) We know it's coming.... we know the price that must be paid, but we do these things to ourselves anyways. From the outside looking in, I know the idea of drinking excessively both looks and sounds completely idiodic. I, having stood on both sides of the proverbial looking glass, can tell you. You are absolutely right. It is completely, 100% stupidifferific.

HOWEVER, it is also FUN.

Now I know there are preachers amoung us whom like to lay it on real thick about how they don't NEED alcohol to have a good time and we just love to hear about it. Here's the thing though : No one NEEDS alcohol to have a good time - some people may think that they do, and you know what? It's their business. I am very much an advocate of the live and let live policy. If you don't like what I do, that is fan-*******-tastic, please adjust your contact list as necessary and leave me alone.

This is not to say if you or a friend has a problem you shouldn't tackle, or be tackled to the ground and beaten with stale bread until you or your friend snap out of it. (the bread is purely optional, and of course interchangeable with other humorous objects including, but not limited to: pretzels, funnel cakes, slim jims, or banjos.)

I have a pretty high tolerance myself, which, provided I don't change up my drinks too much (meaning going from whiskey, to vodka, back to whiskey, etc.) and stay the HELL away from tequila, generally allows me to bypass the hungover state that I currently find myself in. I broke this rule last night, and I am now suffering for it. I can't complain - like I said, it's my fault I asked for it the second I switched from crown to grey goose, and I really ran the point home when I started shooting tequila. =X

So I've paid my dues. Several times. Over the course of the entire morning. I am now past being hungover and I should be good to go. Free to use my day as I please....run and frolic in the fields, playing catch and chewing bubble gum.

"But Aaron!" I hear you ask. "Whatever are you doing at home on your laptop!?"

Well kids, I'll tell you.

It seems that somewhere between that first shot of tequila, and the peak of my hangover, I contracted some kind of death virus that has run my temperature up to 103 degrees (roughly 39 celsius for those that care) It seems my body feels that in order to teach me a lesson it has to kill me.

Great.