Saturday morning

Hangovers only have two cures, more alcohol or time. Time for the aspirin/vitamins to lock in or the effect of never leaving a true drunken state. This morning I chose to drink instead, I now stare at a farm full of chores, a sloppy walk, and a whole day to get anything done. 

I tell myself that it helps me process. I tell myself that I am unhindered. In reality I am dulled. 

Time to hop on the mower. 

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