Going Old-School (Curled Up On Floor)

Okay.  Not so much curled up, but I’ve decided to camp out on the bathroom floor until my hangover becomes more manageable.  By camp out, I mean I set up my laptop in here and took a seat on the bathmat.  It’s really just a crushing headache, but this room is the quietest and seems to block noise better.  At least when the toddler isn’t banging on the door.  The cool tiled walls also feel good on my forehead, so this is where I’m spending my morning.

I used to be able to drink better and prevent the hangover.  Unfortunately, my current bedroom is horribly dry and heated even when the heat isn’t on.  We’ve never been able to figure it out, so I’m guessing there’s a portal to Hell (or the Tropics) someone in the room.  Nothing we can fit through, but enough to let the heat in.  So, it doesn’t matter if I drink 3 bottles of water before bed.  I’m still waking up dehydrated apparently.  Thankfully, I’ve had worse, but I’m still not able to do much.  Hence, why I read through my reader and ‘liked’ with a few comments.  Reading a good poem and then not being able to write anything more than ‘I like your poem’ is not a way I want to start my day.  Also, I kept spelling ‘poem’ wrong.

Back in college, I could have done this without much problem, but things changed as I got older.  I stopped drinking so much because I had stuff to do in the morning.  My friends who are still dedicated to the Olympic level of the game had stuff too, but they were better at functioning on no sleep and hungover.  I think.  I really haven’t figured out how a few of them have kept it going for so long.  Even worse, I diverted from the pack’s drink of choice.  I really can’t handle beer beyond 1 or 2 drinks.  Not getting drunk, but waking up feeling like a horse kicked me in the head.  Yet, I can chug away at liquor and wake up feeling functional and alive.  Not glitch-y and undead.  This is a bad thing because my drinking friends are on the cheap side, so if they’re paying for drinks, I’m getting stuck with beer.

So, I’m going to try to have a liquid breakfast of water to see if I can shrug this off and get on with my day.  I really don’t want to skip another day of biking and I have 13 pages of edits to type into book 4.  I can finish that today and then spend next week reading as many books as I can while handling the usual blogging, a parent/teacher conference, and a possible escort mission into NYC.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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15 Responses to Going Old-School (Curled Up On Floor)

  1. this relatively new blogger, writer and poet sincerely thanks you for liking some of my work on the 20 Lines A Day Poetry page, the encouragement means a lot to me. i also grew up on L.I., Hempstead just after they plowed under the potatoe field in ’56.

    and it doesn’t matter how good the liquor is, my now 3+ day recovery is just not worth it. 🙂

    ::::merci::::and keep the light, or maybe today (draw the shades) ;-}

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    • You’re welcome. I’m from East Meadow since ’80. The sad part is the cheap beer wasn’t even that good. I’ll probably be fine by the afternoon once my wife takes the toddler out to play. For some reason, she thought it was a good idea to bring him into the same room as me and let him throw a tantrum.

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  2. Hope your hangover goes away soon! >_<

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  3. ioniamartin says:

    sorry about the banging pot and pan lids, trying to keep the toddlers entertained.

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  4. ha ha ‘i kept spelling poem wrong’ …hope youre feeling a little clearer now 🙂

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