|The wrath of Allah is mighty!
||[Jan. 28th, 2008|12:19 pm]
Well, yes, I DID ask for it. When you're dressed as a pig, complete with pink tutu and a Blue Ribbon for First place Sow, Kosher for Ramadan...flirting with sheiks, being fed by the Whitest of White Devils, dancing with Benazir Bhutto, sleeping with an Ottoman. (Er, the Turk, not the furniture...)|
Thumb your nose at the gods and you really can't whine when you spend the next afternoon trying to turn yourself inside out, trying to get rid of the stickynoteofhate that Allah has caused to be pinned to your stomach lining.
Look, Allah, I DESERVED a hangover. Surely I did. Even a "oooh, someone turn off the sun and who's that breathing so DAMN loud?" kind of a hangover. And I was pretty pleased that when I woke up...hey, I feel pretty damn good. Yay, me!
Maybe that was it. Was it the gloating and feeling prideful? Because by 1pm I was smote and smote HARD, out of nowhere.
I'm back at work today (the downside of a company that lumps your sick days into your general leave...if you can drag yourself in, you WILL, especially at the beginning of the year) sipping ginger tea and cringing from the smell of microwave popcorn, trying to look fierce and combative at negotiations meetings, instead of shaky and weak, counting the minutes until 5pm when I can crawl back home and into bed.
Maybe the vegetarians are right: being meat is murder...
Sounds like I missed one helluva party.
After you guys left I went to bed and slept till 3pm :-) Woke up, cleaned the entire house...of course, the basement looked like a band of gypsies had been through there..
Of course, it is nice to know that I'm not the ONLY one still hungover!!! Just sayin!!!
I woke up with PINK TULLE stuck to my butt!?
dirka dirka, jihad.. . mohamad ali.
Definitely the pride.... I am still grateful to all the powers that be that my punishment was reasonably light. I bow down and make obeisance to all to show the depths of my gratitude.