"Just tired"

Ugh. I’m falling asleep at my desk…

Serves me right, I suppose. What always starts as having “one” turns into many, and the next thing I know I’m waking up on the couch at 4 AM and I’m getting a post drinking text from Regina that it’s going to be an AWESOME day!!

No, but seriously: I’m not hung over, I’m “just tired”.

Right.

Sometimes I wish that I had a less efficient form of aldehyde dehydrogenase in my system, as so many asian folks do, to help me maintain my maximum drink limit. But alas, I have a pretty solid liver and I don’t suffer from the “Asian Flush”. I’m known for going running after a night out (a way to purge myself of the guilt), and according to this article in the New Yorker (recommended by Royina), it’s actually not a bad idea, just not something most people would want to do, except for me. Today, of course, being the exception since I had to work, or rather fall asleep at work. But there really is no cure for being “just tired”, except well to not drink… which really isn’t an option.

So as the last days of my twenties begin to count down, I am going to try and be better…
well sort of. In the end, I may just have to keep on running.