Last night I got way too drunk, so today I’m going to talk about how drinking ruins productive flow. I’m starting to wonder if I can handle my drinks. The nights I drink are rare, but I have almost as many blackouts as I do nights out.
Last night was particularly bad, as I wasn’t even at a party, nor did I intend to go out. I had a date at 11 today and gave myself the challenge of hitting the 200-page mark on my book.
However, Callum’s buddies live behind me, and they throw really good socials. So good, I figured what’s the harm in a few drinks. And it was great; the guys were off to a concert, and for 50$ I could join…
Man I’d love to be able to liquidate 50$.
The timing worked out as my roommates texted me on a gathering they were at. 40minutes of biking and I’m there. However, the boys were on it since 7, and urged me to catch up. They challenged me to chug a whole bottle of wine. How could I refuse?
I don’t remember getting home, or the night itself. My roommates assured me I was a fun drunk, though they were quite worried over how drunk I was… They haven’t seen anything yet. It should come as no surprise, that I missed my date. Fortunately, she forgave me.
How It Ruined My Flow
Despite quitting my job, and losing the structure and income, its feels like I’m finally getting into a productive rhythm again. I work on the book daily, work on this, edit photos, ride my bike and read! However, sleeping in until 3 made me write off my day.
There’s power in waking up early, and weakness in losing the day. The wine had my stomach twisting in knots; fortunately, my headache came in waves. Its been an awful day of feeling super hungry but not having the energy to prepare meals, nor the bravado to swallow.
The issue of a hangover is how hard thinking becomes. Maintaining focus especially. No today was a couch day. Me and the roommates sat in silence binge-watching Modern Family. I watched the adopted Chinese girl grow before my eyes… It wasn’t a great use of my time. Then again, sitcom’s never are.
Except the Office. That one’s great.
The Other Setback
Ruining a sleep schedule is another way on how drinking ruins productive flow. Sleeping in until 3 pm, leaves me energized through the night and struggling to get back to bed. Even now, at close to 3am, I find myself energized and alert.
At least I’ve got books to read.
Still, it undoes the work of my post lockdown challenge, as correcting my sleep schedule was important. It was becoming routine to be out of bed before 10. Often waking as early as 8am.
C’est bonne. Tomorrow’s a new day, and I’ve got no where to be. I can will myself out of bed before 10 and lay around as an unproductive vegtable.
I’ll have to pick up my bike at some point. But that’s a mission for tomorrow.