My Bone-Ass-Tired Ass

Last night I drank for the first time in a while…and by drink I mean I had two whole margaritas and a glass of wine. It blew my tiny little mind. And…it was good. I have been abstaining for many reasons (weight loss, exorbitant amount of money we were spending on wine, having to get up early in the morning and function like a human, this never-ending sickness that won’t go away, training) but for some reason chucked all of those good reasons and drank myself silly. It was nice. Again – it was nice. And yet, I woke up a little foggy-headed, a little more tired than my usual bone-ass-cannot-function tired, and a little sorry that I drank at all. Is this a true sign of getting old?