Day 64

'All my Spark has Gone', Pen on Paper

After being out last night and returning home at some point early this morning It was fair to say that I was a little worse for wear for most of the morning, actually for pretty much all of today I was just about hanging together. It was definitely a case of 'all my spark being gone' the unfortunate thing about it all was that a good friend of mine from back home was making his way to Belfast in order to head out again. The impact of this was, to quote an old friend, that I needed to 'put my hand up my arse and pull myself together' understandably not the most pleasant of images but is hopefully blunt enough to get across just how difficult a feat that would actually be. It still amazes me how even though every time we have a drink, well copious amounts of the stuff anyway, that there is always that possibility that when we wake up the next day that we will have a hangover of epic proportions but we do so anyway. It's the kind of hangover where our brain feels like it's reverberating like a humming birds wings in the confined space that is our cranium, the kind where the mere thought of sustenance passing our lips is enough to cause us to dry wretch so violently we almost lose a lung, the kind of hangover that completely shatters our ability to carry out the simplest of tasks as our motor skills are now seemingly non existent... in short those times where the only way that it will stop hurting is when you curl into the foetal position and slip into a self induced coma until your body forgives you enough to stop tormenting you. Today was definitely one of those days and even with the thought that tomorrow I could go through it all again I did in fact pull myself together long enough to eat some food, crack open a beer and start the whole process all over again... I guess there really are some things that you'll just never learn, not even the hard way.