The Book of Ashes

Dan's party that nearly killed me... 6:56AM

So Saturday was the last time I wrote. I guess thats telling you something. Saturday was Dan's 26th birthday (his actual birthday was on Sunday tho). It was a rocking party. A real mix of different friends and people and it went off. I had a great time anyway. I think we ended heading into town around 2am. Thats when the trouble began. The wallets came out and the Tequila's were lined up. I think we ended up doing around 6 Tequila shots in the end. I don't really remember. There are some excellent photos from that night which I have yet to post up. I have to work with Steve on that one, my batteries went flat by the end of the night so he took over.

Sunday was weird. I awoke to Dan knocking on my door. I was wondering why he was knocking so early, it had only been 4 hours hadn't it? Nope, I looked at the clock and realised it was 1:30pm. I thought back and realised I'd come home at 7am, six and a half hours sleep. What the hell, I felt good so I jumped up and began acting the holigun. That was when I realised I was still drunk. Pretty damn drunk actually. I was being silly and still couldn't stand up straight. It was weird, I've never really felt drunk the next day like this before. So what the hell, I'd make the most of it. If I ran around a bit I'd wear off all the alcohol right? Wrong! I went out for a blade, came home, stuffed around, then had dinner, a wicked huge feast of Buritos put on by Katrina. The more I ate the more it seemed my digestive system shut down. Eventually I gave up (and I usually eat everything till I can't move). So I sat down and watched a movie. I started to feel sick and a head ache came on. I went out for a walk with my bro and it just got worse. That night sucked. I felt like crap and couldn't sleep for ages. I also got the hangover blues. I don't know about you guys but I don't usually get this either. Sure I feel a little down and crap when I'm hung over but this time I was full on depressed. Everything in my life sucked and I had nothing good in my life to look forward too. I knew it was just the hangover and my body had used up all its happy juice the day before (along with every other vitamin and mineral it had) and now it just needed time to replenish it all. Next day I still felt like crap. I hardly ate a thing and worked at half pace, a tension headache eating me up along with headcold symptoms. It sucked but I was feeling better than the day before (just a little) which was good. That night as I lay in bed (I had managed to eat a little food for dinner) I started to feel a little better and got the warm fuzzies for all my friends. So hey everyone I really appreciate all those who have been my friends over time. Like a lot. Next day was better but still down and still a lack of appetite. Today almost new again. This is why Tom writes up that I can't hold my Tequila's in the Diss Groups. He's right. I overdosed big time. Never again (this month)..

The hung over theory... 7:03AM

So now my happy juice is replenished and I feel so much better. Once again I write. This week has been a good one. Beautiful days, excellent weather. I went for my first swim in the sea this year. It was awesome. Just down in Oriental bay but the day was so calm and the sun so warm. I'd just been to the gym so I guess thats why it was so refreshing. I recomend it to rejuvenate anyone...

So the projects are all lined up. One to take in for sampling tomorrow. Others on the line. Just small projects. Pocketmoney earners but still a step in the right direction none-the-less.

Something to say about being hungover and the untapped potential of the human mind. I know when I'm hungover I lay there, eyes closed, trying not to think cause it hurts, trying not to do anything, all higher brain functions shut down, no social life to worry about, no bills, just try and stay alive. In this state I get really awesome visuals. I can close my eyes and get pictures of friends, faces, people I don't know. Images flash by, graphics, its cool but scary at the same time. I also seem to play the guitar really well. Total concentration I think but I wouldn't rule out the possibility that I'm desperate for some positive input and that makes the guitar sound better. My theory is that you shut down your higher thought processes in this state enabling your brain to concentrate on other more primative areas such as memory recall, visualisations and hearing etc (you know you're sensitive to noise when hung over). Interesting thoughts.