Hung-Over...Not Really

Something extremely weird is going on.

At this very moment, I am feeling something that I haven't felt in a long time: the physical side effects of being extremely drunk. Now, here comes the weird part:

I haven't had a drink in ages.

In college, my friends and I were the girls that you shook your head at. We were the chicks dancing on tables, swinging from anything remotely close to a pole, being holstered on the shoulders of random dudes when crunk Lil Jon songs came on, and drinking ourselves into an inebriated bliss. Whenever I partied that hard, I most likely ended up regurgitating all of the food and drink that I obnoxiously consumed. As a result, for the next couple of days, my insides felt like crap. I couldn't laugh hard, run, or do anything that caused the muscles in my mid- section to work.

I got sick a few days ago. I'm not sure if its the new vitamins I'm taking, the McDonald's I had on Sunday, or the dinner my beau cooked. But my body rejected whatever it was. And now, I feel horrible! I called my friend this morning because a gospel song that was playing on the radio reminded me of tarrying. LOL... don't ask questions. And we laughed at the memory of me tarrying- which was utter torture for me then- because I was not ready for no Holy Ghost power. And that's probably why the Lord didn't see fit to give it to me until about two years ago. But anywho, as we laughed, I felt that familiar pain in my insides. UGH..... I've been drinking water and eating toast and rice.

Hopefully this feeling will go away. Soon.