Sorry about the lame day today, the picture pretty much sums up my state of being today. Just a washed up bloated whale. One thing is abundantly clear, I just can't hang like I used to. Once upon a time back in my rookie year my friends and I thought nothing of going to work hungover a minimum of 3x a week. Mondays were just an excuse to put in some face time at our favorite local pub for Monday Night Football, Wednesday was trivia night, and everyone went out on Thursdays.
Now? I went out last night and woke up today with a throbbing head, a body that felt like it got hit by a train, throat so hoarse there was no voice to speak of and bleary red eyes that looked like they'd been soaked in chlorine over night. I used to just laugh it off when people at work took notice of my ragged morning after looks. I wondered why none of the older workers felt like coming out much for drinks after work. What a difference a couple of years makes. Now when people comment on my appearance I can only muster grunts and groans. I've drank so many poisonous cans of Monster on hungover mornings that I now gag at the smell or sight of a can. I spend most mornings just squinting at the computer screen hoping it makes me appear busy until noon time or so.
Time to retire my week night partying, save for only the rarest of occasions. You've won mother nature. I couldn't stay young forever. I'm no longer a toys R us kid. Sad, sad day.