I didn't feel all that great this morning.
Last night was date night with the bf. I dressed up while sipping wine, we went to a nearby restaurant and drank more wine over bomb-ass food, stopped at another classy establishment for a deliciously smoky cocktail, then settled in at home with boob-tastic television and still more tasty vino.
Needless to say, by the end of the night, mama was pretty drunk. The varying wines/shitty vodka were kicking my ass as my alarm went off.
So, I walk to work a lot, which takes about 40 minutes at a decent pace. After my bf took off this morning I had a long and retarded conversation with myself about whether I could pull it off in that state. "But it's sp pretty out!" "But I feel so bad." My dedication to my health hatred of big oil finally compelled me to move my lazy and hungover ass out the door at 7:15am.
The result? Kinda...awesome. With sweet jams and sunshine, things turned around pretty fast. I don't want to act all holier-than-thou because I commute on foot, but my hangover was gone by 7:59am today. Was yours?
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