Randolph I had a rough night last night, and as far as I’m concerned, bad food. I maintain that my self-imposed limit of three alcoholic beverages should not have created what is the worst hangover I’ve ever had in my entire life, bar none.
Then again, I think it’s only the third or fourth one I’ve ever had, which is remarkable considering that I went to Rhodes University and studied drinking.
My beloved says that it’s my fault, and that I overindulged. Well, maybe he’s right. I’ve avoided the big white telephone today so far (one call early this morning while still dark), but it’s touch and go. Coca-Cola and bottled water seem to be helping.
Now, when you last heard from me, I was supposed to be rehearsing for my play(s), not imbibing bottles of booze. However, our run-throughs last night were over by 8:45pm, so we decided to celebrate.
I vowed to my fiance earlier by SMS (in other words, there is a record of the event should I ever renege) that I would give up drinking forever. So far, so good …
EDIT: 2012-08-25. So far, still so good.