I don't feel that hungry. I just don't. Dave keeps telling me I need to eat more but sometimes I just don't feel hungry. Right now, I feel tired. I was up earlier than normal for a Saturday, on a fishing boat in the sun for a good portion of the day, and then had a bit too much to drink at the bar afterwards. What? A bucket of rum needed to be had. Where else can one get a bucket of rum and keep the bucket afterward. Don't worry mom. The rum didn't hit me until after we left so Dave's coworkers do not think I'm a lush. Also Dave drove home.
I was feeling a little hungry earlier and got icecream but now I feel okay. Still, Dave told me he is very disappointed in my eating habits. He hates that I skip meals. He really didn't like that I forgot to bring my dinner to work last night. I mean, he's right. I really should eat more than three diet cokes, a spoonful of cookie dough, and some chocolate at the chocolate party at work. It's not good for me. I know. He wants me to eat real food now though but I just want to go to bed. That's the thing about alcohol, I feel great but then I just want to sleep.
Plus, I have to be up at 6 am so falling asleep now at 9am seems like a good idea. Yeah I'm totally at that point when the inebriation begins to wear off and I'm just uncomfortable. It's moments like this that I always tell myself that I'll never drink again. I'm not sick just not normal.
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