I am an utter idiot. I took the rational decision to drink alcohol only on weekends, not because I have an addiction, it’s just a matter of health.
The hangover is something my body can’t just cope with, especially with beer.
It’s pretty clear, I spoiled my swear.
It was lunch break with my colleagues, we went out for a piadina, the streets were plenty of people, still feeling on vacation, beer pints were everywhere, on anyones table. Fresh, foamy draught beer.
I resisted. I only drank water.
Good.
After work I was going to meet a friend, he was a little hungry and we looked for some classic Italian aperitivo. They served special craft beer, and I just couldn’t resist. I ordered a pint.
Once finished, in just 5 minutes, I ordered another. Now. My promise was broken already, but if I stopped there my body would have been somehow safe…
After that my girlfriend joined us to go have dinner at our favourite Indian restaurant. I wasn’t hungry at all, so I STUPIDLY decided to order a beer. Nothing special, just a ordinary dull beer. I obviously emptied two bottles, and I already knew, the morning after I’d have curse myself…
Right. Here we are at present. I couldn’t sleep much, because my bowels are cursed already. Here I am, sitting on my toilet, my stomach hurting, yet not much shit.
The funny part is, I normally have not enough time in the morning to relax and have a shit, but today, YES, GREAT! My alarm is in ninety minutes, and I am plenty of time to shit and to tell the whole world why I am here!
Yeeeeah, GREAT!
the Shy Tird 