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elfsUgh, I'm hung over this morning. And not for the reasons you'd think. I slept terribly poorly Sunday night, waking around 3 am to a nasty allergy attack as well as back pain. I was reasonably functional Monday, but sleep deprivation catches up on me pretty fast.
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lisakit invited us all over for dinner last night, and she made a very yummy stew that I ate quite a bit of. Thanks, Lisa! But when I got home, I immediately started getting ready for bed, and in order to make sure that I'd sleep through the night I took a half dose of the Tylenol clone of Nytol, "Simply Sleep."
Sure, it works. That and a hot chocolate before bed knock me right out. On the other hand, it leaves me hung over the following day. I'm awake, I'm functional, I seem to have all of my faculties, but underneath it all I can't concentrate and I can't create. I have no access at all to my usual creative facilities. Words come at the rate of one a minute, not the usual twenty or thirty. And oddly, it's not frustrating, because I'm too tamped down by the hangover to get frustrated over it. It's more an Eeyore-level acceptance of things the way they are.
Well, maybe I'll get over it soon. Hope so. It's so annoying.
lisakit invited us all over for dinner last night, and she made a very yummy stew that I ate quite a bit of. Thanks, Lisa! But when I got home, I immediately started getting ready for bed, and in order to make sure that I'd sleep through the night I took a half dose of the Tylenol clone of Nytol, "Simply Sleep."Sure, it works. That and a hot chocolate before bed knock me right out. On the other hand, it leaves me hung over the following day. I'm awake, I'm functional, I seem to have all of my faculties, but underneath it all I can't concentrate and I can't create. I have no access at all to my usual creative facilities. Words come at the rate of one a minute, not the usual twenty or thirty. And oddly, it's not frustrating, because I'm too tamped down by the hangover to get frustrated over it. It's more an Eeyore-level acceptance of things the way they are.
Well, maybe I'll get over it soon. Hope so. It's so annoying.
