I had a little too much to drink this morning, and I was not well enough to drive, but I drove anyway.
I woke up, with about 4 1/2 hours of sleep (not helped, by the way, by tossing and turning when I went to bed -- damn coffee), to go downtown to watch soccer. Had only a bloody mary there because I went to Hooters at the Mall Of America to watch the men's hockey selection show and some more EPL. Had a huge Stella Artois along with some boneless wings and fries.
That's a lot to drink, but I thought I was able to handle it. It just, well, hit me on my way to the library. Felt really tired. Really tired. It wasn't like the time when I did fall asleep on the road, but it was close. I don't remember how I got here in one piece to write this. The only thing I remember while driving in this sleepy state is thinking, "Oh my God, I think I'm going to get into an accident."
I didn't. But I was so tired that as soon as I parked the car I reclined my chair, took out my sleep mask from the glove compartment, and took a nap. I feel refreshed now, so I am able to drive home OK. But damn, I got so lucky this afternoon.
What the hell is wrong with me?
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