After Fridays night of partying, even with a headache you can have a good day
I looked out the window and saw the morning sky - sunny, cloudy and overcast. I sighed thinking of the wasted day that I had planned. I couldn’t go to the beach with my friends and would end up spending my Saturday here on my couch. I trudged down the stairs feeling sore and sorry from too much to drink the night before - I still don’t know why I put myself through the pain of a hangover. At the time I thought that one more wouldn’t hurt - man was I wrong.
After I get into the kitchen I managed to make myself a coffee. Nice, thick and black. Looking much like freshly laid tar on the road. I pick up my coffee and head outside to enjoy the sun. Oh shut up you blasted birds! What’s to be so cheerful about? The kookaburra just looks at me and laughs harder and louder. Guess it serves me right! He’s not the idiot who went and got drunk!
I sit under the tree looking at the lake as it glistens in the sun. Watching the birds as they swoop along the surface, diving and skimming for food. The different shades of light reflect the colors of the sapphire surface - blue and green, almost golden amber on the rocks..
Watching the life on the lake, I start to feel happier. Even that kookaburra with its loud laughter is not so annoying. My head still pounds and I find myself not being so irritable. I am responsible for my own actions no one else. Stuff it - instead of feeling sorry for myself - I’ll go and have a nice hot bubble bath.
After a long relaxing soak, a fresh change of clothes and another coffee, I felt like a human being. No, I am not spending today in front of the couch - I sit in front of the computer enough at work. I’ll go and do something by myself, as everyone else will be too hung over. Why we do this every weekend beats me.
I know that no matter whether I am hungover or in normal health, I choose my own moods. So to heck with self-pity - I am going surfing at the beach. It’s sunnier anyway and not to cold to go for a swim.
I looked out the window and saw the morning sky - sunny, cloudy and overcast. I sighed thinking of the wasted day that I had planned. I couldn’t go to the beach with my friends and would end up spending my Saturday here on my couch. I trudged down the stairs feeling sore and sorry from too much to drink the night before - I still don’t know why I put myself through the pain of a hangover. At the time I thought that one more wouldn’t hurt - man was I wrong.
After I get into the kitchen I managed to make myself a coffee. Nice, thick and black. Looking much like freshly laid tar on the road. I pick up my coffee and head outside to enjoy the sun. Oh shut up you blasted birds! What’s to be so cheerful about? The kookaburra just looks at me and laughs harder and louder. Guess it serves me right! He’s not the idiot who went and got drunk!
I sit under the tree looking at the lake as it glistens in the sun. Watching the birds as they swoop along the surface, diving and skimming for food. The different shades of light reflect the colors of the sapphire surface - blue and green, almost golden amber on the rocks..
Watching the life on the lake, I start to feel happier. Even that kookaburra with its loud laughter is not so annoying. My head still pounds and I find myself not being so irritable. I am responsible for my own actions no one else. Stuff it - instead of feeling sorry for myself - I’ll go and have a nice hot bubble bath.
After a long relaxing soak, a fresh change of clothes and another coffee, I felt like a human being. No, I am not spending today in front of the couch - I sit in front of the computer enough at work. I’ll go and do something by myself, as everyone else will be too hung over. Why we do this every weekend beats me.
I know that no matter whether I am hungover or in normal health, I choose my own moods. So to heck with self-pity - I am going surfing at the beach. It’s sunnier anyway and not to cold to go for a swim.
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