Day 295: The post holiday hangover

I have this problem where instead of coming home after a long night, or after a party at my house, I don't just immediately go to bed.

I've gotten into the habit of plopping my butt on the couch and watching tv for a while.

Sure, sounds like a good plan, except that I don't end up watching tv. I end up falling asleep, and that's exactly what happened today.

I fell asleep around 3am, and woke up at about 5... still on the couch. At 6 I decided to make my way to the bedroom (since the sun was rising) and try to sleep until noon-ish.

At 845, I woke up sweating my butt off. What the heck is going on? This isn't the first time this has happened.

I've noticed just this year the morning after I drink a little too much, I find myself getting super hot in the mornings.

I have no idea what that is... it's bizarre. It's like a hot flash but that doesn't make any sense.

I got up to check and make sure the A/C was still crankin'... which I do every time... someday I'll just realize it's me... and made my way back to the couch to try to get some sleep in.

All I wanted to do all day long was sleep. I drew the blinds, turned on the tv and got comfy.

About the time I started to doze off, I got a text. 'had a great time last night thanks for having the party'

This went on all day long.

The Cheerleader texted me and asked if I was hungover.

My initial response was 'no', because I wasn't... or so I thought.

Sure I had a headache, but it could be because I slept on the couch, and for only a few hours in my own bed.

Then reality sunk in, and I texted back... 'I have a headache, I suppose it could be the tequila, beer and vodka.' ha ha

Back to sleep, then I got a phone call from Sunshine, then a call from another one of my guests.

I was super happy everyone had a good time, but for the love of the land, I needed to get some sleep!

I finally came up with the genius plan to turn the phone off. I thought I was home free... nope!

I heard a knock at the door and I thought to myself 'seriously?'

The only people who ever knock on my door are my neighbors trying to sell me something, or my BFF.

Thankfully I recognized her knock. At that point it was about 330 or 4pm, and the baseball game was coming on at 5 so I just decided to write it off.

I was feeling a little bit better and if I sleep any more right now, I won't be able to sleep tonight and then I'll be in bad shape tomorrow when I'm meeting Fargo for drinks.

And I still haven't listened to the message from Starbucks.