Yup I did. Three weeks dry and in a moment of weakness and frustration last night, I dipped into the hooch. Lemme tell ya, drinking is not all I had it pegged for. I only had four drinks...which to some may seem like alot, but I was the girl who could polish off a fifth of Vodka in a matter of hours, by herself, just a mere three weeks ago. So four drinks is really nothing for me. However, after not drinking in a month, four drinks knocked me on my ass. HARD.
I had forgotten how gooooood hangovers feel. No really. I love em to pieces! That feeling like petrified buttsteak feeling. You know the one. My head hurts, my eyes hurt, my stomach is on fire, my ass hurts (and no, I don't know why), my back hurts, the thought of food makes my intestines revolt, I'm too hot, I'm too cold, my toenail polish is now chipped, and I have split ends.
As of today, I'm hopping back on that wagon, and staking my claim on some land in Sobrietyville. Bah...alkimahol can kiss my lilly white ass.

Listening To: Tonic - If You Could Only See