Strange New Year

This is actually the second post of 2007: I took down an earlier post, written at 6am after returning home drunk from a ten-hour party, because I don't find it or the circumstances funny any more.

I slept for about three hours after writing that post, then woke up with my right calf knotted into an excruciatingly painful cramp, which still hurts eleven hours later. I got out of bed and nearly fell over: I was so drunk that I could not stand upright. I staggered towards the bathroom fearing that I would have to vomit, and blacked out halfway there.

I woke up on my back in the hallway, freezing cold and disorientated, having been unconscious for about half an hour. I could not get up, every attempt to change position made my head whirl and my stomach heave. I worked my way on my back into the living room and nudged the thermostat up with my fingertips, still unable to get up, then fell back to the floor and slept or was unconscious for another half hour. When I woke up again, the flat was warmer and the dizziness had passed. I washed my face, went back to bed and slept until noon.

I am shocked and appalled at the state I was in, and frightened by what might have happened: Jimi Hendrix, anybody?

I have taken an executive decision: drunkenness isn't funny, and drunk blogging isn't cute. Neither of those will be seen here again. Here's a fifth New Year's Resolution: no more than three glasses of alcoholic beverages at any party, no matter how long or what the occasion might be. Basta.

And how was your day?