Shit it's Tuesday

I'm writing this slowly but surely. I'm trying very very hard to get back to work, but my mind is...not so good. Hopefully later today I can get something shot to get my head back into the swing of things, but it seems to be quite a slow process. Saturday night was a very very long night. It was a fun night though, but that may be the problem. Between a lot of beer, a lot of shots, and a lot of mix drinks, a few of us ended up going a solid 12+ hours before passing out. This means that I slept until 8pm on Sunday night, only to be woken up by my roommate Nick getting very sick upstairs. Score one for me, I think, I didn't get sick. Which is quite surprising. But, I haven't been very good ever since. My brain is not quite all together with it. This is largely stemming from almost having a seizure on Sunday night. When I was in 4th Grade, I was diagnosed with epilepsy. I had had many very strange headaches before then. I don't really know how to describe them, you suddenly get extremely dizzy, and very nauseous, the head starts hurting, and various senses start seeming very familiar, almost as if it's a strange deja vu of something that never happened. It's also a feeling you can't stop. I've been medicated since I was diagnosed, so it's only once every few years that a headache like this happens, but it's exactly the kind of headache that happens right before passing out and having a seizure. I should make it clear that I didn't have a seizure the other night, but I did have one of those headaches, and I haven't been 100% since. I'm doing slightly better today, so that's a plus. I'm taking my medication, I'm laying down and watching tv, and all the stuff I usually do when I don't feel so good. I'm extremely lethargic, very tired, and lack a lot of energy. Jillian's helping me out later by mailing my rent check. I've had many many great years of binge drinking my ass off and partying till the break of dawn, but I don't know how much of that person is still left in me. Problem is, when you work from home, there are those nights where you want nothing more than to hit downtown and socialize with friends and get wasted, just to cure a case of cabin fever. But holy shit am I not the same person at 33 as I was at 23. That's actually very good thing, because I hated my early to mid 20s, and I was a kind of a bastard when I was that age. Turns out my body isn't quite the same at 33 either. Again, probably a good thing, I'm in way better shape not than I was then, but also, I don't think my body or my brain likes me binge drinking this much anymore, or at all. I gotta focus on a project or something to get my mind back into the swing of things, and hopefully make myself feel a bit normal again. In the meantime, the sandwich I ordered should be here soon, so there's that.