Sunday Journal
6:00 AM – I suddenly feel myself forced awake as if something was wrong. My heart is pounding unusually rapid for someone who just came out of sleep. I soon realize what it is that has forced me awake – I’m going to be sick. I cautiously make my way into the bathroom and try sitting up for a change, leaning my head against the wall. Visions of last night fill my head as my stomach teeters on the edge of sickness. It started as a lovely evening out to a Basque restaurant for dinner with friends, and oh how delicious everything tasted. Afterwards we ventured over to my empty house and somehow a small party broke out. The next thing I know it’s 3AM and I’ve already gone through three drinks, two games and a trip into the spa. Pretty tame to my usual standards, but fun nonetheless. People leave and I look forward to a long stay in bed….
Now I’m sitting in the bathroom at 6AM; starting to feel slightly less queasy. I think a glass of water will do me good. As I walk through the kitchen, I notice the spa is still moving. Damn, I thought it turned off last night. I walk into my bedroom and see my dog at the foot of my bed asleep. I couldn’t find her last night, so where did she come from? I drink some water, crawl into bed and roll over.
7:00 AM – My stomach is at it again, but this time it’s not queasiness. It’s slowly twisting itself into knots, once again waking me from my sleep. I get out of bed and head back towards the bathroom, now exhausted from this little game with my stomach. Maybe all that drinking on St. Patrick’s Day, coupled with last night affected my system. Maybe it was just a matter of time before the ticking time bomb went off. I finish up in the bathroom and start to walk back to my bedroom, but since I’m up I might as well check out the spa. After multiple attempts of pushing the one button by the back of the house and the one button in the spa with no results, plus stepping barefoot into something my dog left, I give up. I wipe my foot before I enter the house and once again in the bathroom. As I crawl back into bed, I notice that I still reek of chlorine from last night. Note to self – wash sheets.
12:20 PM – Something must have worked because I wasn’t forced awake again. I vaguely recall my brother saying good-bye sometime after I went back to sleep, but the rest was unadulterated. I go out into the kitchen to assess the damage from my weekend of debauchery. The house is a wreck from a general lack of upkeep and so I know my duty for the day is to straighten things out. Perhaps after some breakfast and television….
3:45 PM – The house is back up to standard after some slap-dash cleaning. Finally, the spa cooperated with me in shutting off, but the dishwasher apparently didn’t run yesterday like it was supposed to. Stupid technology – the ‘Start’ button should start the machine. I think Callie believes someone is coming home tonight will all the cleaning. I guess I’ll have to take her out briefly for another walk this evening as a consolation prize.
10:40 PM – I should be in bed by now. Instead, I am on my computer adding music to my new iPod, since my other one was sick. Imagine my surprise when I walked away with a brand new one when I took my old one in for a check-up. I hope that never happens with my dog. Fortunately, I have a meeting in town tomorrow so I can stay up later than usual. I guess that’s about as many songs as I’m going to add tonight. I get ready for bed, turn out the light and crawl into bed before I realize something. Note to self – wash sheets.
Now I’m sitting in the bathroom at 6AM; starting to feel slightly less queasy. I think a glass of water will do me good. As I walk through the kitchen, I notice the spa is still moving. Damn, I thought it turned off last night. I walk into my bedroom and see my dog at the foot of my bed asleep. I couldn’t find her last night, so where did she come from? I drink some water, crawl into bed and roll over.
7:00 AM – My stomach is at it again, but this time it’s not queasiness. It’s slowly twisting itself into knots, once again waking me from my sleep. I get out of bed and head back towards the bathroom, now exhausted from this little game with my stomach. Maybe all that drinking on St. Patrick’s Day, coupled with last night affected my system. Maybe it was just a matter of time before the ticking time bomb went off. I finish up in the bathroom and start to walk back to my bedroom, but since I’m up I might as well check out the spa. After multiple attempts of pushing the one button by the back of the house and the one button in the spa with no results, plus stepping barefoot into something my dog left, I give up. I wipe my foot before I enter the house and once again in the bathroom. As I crawl back into bed, I notice that I still reek of chlorine from last night. Note to self – wash sheets.
12:20 PM – Something must have worked because I wasn’t forced awake again. I vaguely recall my brother saying good-bye sometime after I went back to sleep, but the rest was unadulterated. I go out into the kitchen to assess the damage from my weekend of debauchery. The house is a wreck from a general lack of upkeep and so I know my duty for the day is to straighten things out. Perhaps after some breakfast and television….
3:45 PM – The house is back up to standard after some slap-dash cleaning. Finally, the spa cooperated with me in shutting off, but the dishwasher apparently didn’t run yesterday like it was supposed to. Stupid technology – the ‘Start’ button should start the machine. I think Callie believes someone is coming home tonight will all the cleaning. I guess I’ll have to take her out briefly for another walk this evening as a consolation prize.
10:40 PM – I should be in bed by now. Instead, I am on my computer adding music to my new iPod, since my other one was sick. Imagine my surprise when I walked away with a brand new one when I took my old one in for a check-up. I hope that never happens with my dog. Fortunately, I have a meeting in town tomorrow so I can stay up later than usual. I guess that’s about as many songs as I’m going to add tonight. I get ready for bed, turn out the light and crawl into bed before I realize something. Note to self – wash sheets.
posted by Chris Burzlaff @ 3/21/2006
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