magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I woke up with a dull ache in my head and the requisite feelings of not getting quite enough sleep, which is not unusual. Standing in the shower, I had a hard time focusing my thoughts, but this again, is not unusual. Stepping out of the shower, something seemed a little off.

I felt overheated and saturated, like after a shower on a humid summer day when you just can't seem to dry off. A few minutes later, I couldn't hold my hand steady while trying to eat a piece of toast. And then waves of dizziness, nausea.

Three martinis is not really all that much. I wasn't terribly drunk last night. My best guess is that because of the cold that my body has been fighting off, it wasn't really prepared to deal with even that much. But whatever the cause, this was about the worst hangover that I've ever experienced.

I spent the morning and early afternoon alternately sitting and lying down, switching off whenever the position I was in stopped helping. Eventually, realizing that eating something would ultimately help, and something starchy and greasy would help the most, I made a trip to the vegan dosa man in Washington Square Park (a favourite and friend of my roommates). One dosa for lunch. One dosa for dinner. A lot of lying on the couch wrapped up in a quilt, catching up on TV.