The Hangover

Seedy, sifty, hanging, overhang, brown bottle flu, hurtin, wine flu, with the throb, fur-tongued, needing grease.......

These are a few common ways to describe how I am feeling right now. I can't make any promises for how this post is going to turn out as it feels like my head has a small child in it whose shoes light up when they stomp, so the child feels the need to stomp all the time. I have used the good old copy paste function to get most of the content of this blog, because aside from that and eating corn chips, that's all I can manage.

The Urban dictionary defines a Hangover as:

Nausea and headaches often caused by way too much f****ng alcohol. Can be identified by the ashtray in ones mouth,the vomit on last nights clothes,the want to never drink or eat again,the great dislike of sunlight, the undesirealbe urge to apologise to all the people you spent the night with, the stranger in your bed and need for a glass of water and many many asprin.

I did not wake up to a stranger in my bed but a bowl that looked like it contained some kind of cereal with icecream, probably with extra chia seeds in there to try get those superfood magic powers at 3am... 

Wikipedia says:

While the causes of a hangover are still poorly understood,^[2] several factors are known to be involved includingacetaldehyde accumulation, changes in the immune system and glucose metabolism, dehydration, metabolic acidosis, disturbed prostaglandin synthesis, increased cardiac output, vasodilation, sleep deprivation and malnutrition. Beverage specific effects of additives or by-products such as congeners also play an important role.^[1] The symptoms occur typically after the intoxicating effect of the alcohol begins to wear off, generally the morning after a night of heavy drinking.^[3]

Interesting, but ohhhhh the pain.

I really don't know how much more I can punch out right now. "But what's the point of writing Jj, if you aren't going to commit to completing it?" you say.

I don't really have an answer, I'm too busy scrolling my newsfeed to make sure I didn't get comment happy in the cab on the way home.

Oh no that's right, I wasn't on my phone in the cab, I was eating chips.

Is there a moral here? Am I going to say I'm not drinking to excess again? Can I do the whole rap section of Shaggy's "It wasn't me?"

The answer to those questions three is : NOT YET. 

There's not a moral yet because I haven't planned this blog, just like I hadn't planned to factor my hangover into today's workload.

I'm not going to say I'm not drinking to excess yet because I do it once in a blue moon and the last time I did it was my cousin's wedding where it was fantastic NZ wine and I woke up with a sour fejoa lolly stuck to my back (seeing a trend here) and that time and last night were BUCKETS OF FUN.

Nothing else went into the buckets too. 

I can't do the whole rap section of Shaggy's "It wasn't me" yet because I had the lyrics up on the kitchen wall so when I'm working at the counter I could practice but someone took them down and I asked everyone in the household about it and they just said

"It wasn't me"

Jj