But I don't really feel like drinking again tonight. Not that it was that much, but apparently it was enough. And it's not like I didn't consider the consequences; I passed out clutching a bottle of Gatorade.
I know the importance of hydrating throughout the night. Dehydration is a bitch, like detoxing the toxin. But I only had two beers. Two. Okay, twoish beers and twoish near beers. That's not really four. No cause for alarm.
But a friend told me later you have to alternate. Beer, water, beer, water. You can't just catch up mid-night. I thought that's what I did? Near beer, as you well know, comes with a water chaser, right there in the same glass! But I still chugged the gator as I slept, just in case.
Didn't work. Still woke fitful and tossing as the headache engulfed my vice. Fine. I slugged myself downstairs and grabbed the magic elixir. The amen in a bottle. The pill in my pillow. And oh what a pillow it was. I can still feel it pulled close nuzzling against my groggy face.
The Excedrin did its job; did it real good. It washed out the ache like a tide pulling back to sea. In 10 seconds flat. Like Percocet with an E. Just five more minutes....prrrrrrrr
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