not a hangover, at least

My mind feels gritty, like it was dragged through a sandy, dusty road. But otherwise I feel alright.

Last night I had a few drinks and had a ridiculous time gaming online and talking with my friends, and it was really good. I genuinely needed that. Being drunk on the internet with your gaming friends means none of them will hold your hair while you puke. But it does also mean no one can draw dicks on your face. I think one of our number might have passed out at the keyboard, and some of the rest of us careened from computer to bed no doubt.

I ate an enormous breakfast, absolutely ravenous when I woke up late this morning. I have rediscovered the art of making sandwiches at home, with delicious things like ham and tomato and honey mustard and arugula.

Trying to climb out of that well of anxiety. It's a start.