As I walk around trying to unravel and piece together my night with the wine flu today, I’m constantly finding little notes to myself. I know when I drink too much I don’t remember, it’s like I’m on a break and that “nut” is on the loose. So sometimes I leave myself notes so I don’t forget the epiphanies. She must have been dying to break free.
The nut certainly took over from my estimates around 10:30 pm based off emails, blog post, text, drawings, and notes all over the place this morning.
The sticky notes….
As I walk down the stairs I immediately notice yellow sticky notes everywhere. On each one it read “This doesn’t belong here” stuck on shoes, toys, books, dishes, and random object that should have been put away. Oh that’s right, passive aggressive nut must have been cracking herself up last night over the sticky notes. So I dig further, I knew I blogged last night, but hadn’t really read what I wrote, but I remember writing it so it can’t be that bad so I move on to my text messages.
The text messages….
Have you ever been up at night and get a text from a strange number and they immediately text back, “I’m sorry you must have the wrong number.”? Well I did that a couple times, but then tried to engage in conversation with, “Oh I’m sorry. How are you doing then?” Guess the nut was lonely. Those went nowhere beyond that, but I chuckled thinking what those poor people must thought. Not too bad, let’s check sent email.
The emails….
I open my email and click on the sent folder. “Dammit, she emailed!” She actually was doing pretty good. Replied pleasantries and general responses to many emails that needed to be addressed. So far, not too bad, until I scrolled to the one to myself. As I read it I forgot this was actually written by me to me for me. I am completely delusional and really engaging. I wrote myself about all my memories and past lives (saving that gem for it’s own post). It was awesome and I’ve rarely write to myself with such details. It was really making me think I had tapped into the universe somehow…….until I start telling myself it was critical for me to get a pet skunk and name her Petunia. I laughed and moved on unraveling my night.
The drawings…
After checking everything else and breathing a sigh of relief I see I had my journal next to my seat on the couch. I open it to read and to my surprise I had drawn hobbit houses with my ink pen. Pretty cool, but rather sloppy for my work. I knew I was better than that and under the journal were some really impressive pencil drawings. I was pleased with the nut.
I was indeed very pleased with the nut, but unfortunately she needs to be locked back up. I need to learn to bring her out without alcohol and teach her to be productive. She has ruined me for the day when I desperately need to be productive. Hangovers are hell, but in combination with my medications they are even worse. I know I shouldn’t do it be we all need to howl at the moon ever so often. I just wish she would have cleaned, she does that sometimes. Always a gamble with her.
Oh I played the song lost boy by Ruth b a million times too.
This made me giggle, I am you when I’m not carrying a baby! Perhaps not as creative though lol
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What’s a wine flu?
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It is the results of over indulging with wine, a hangover.
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Ah… I like the term wine flu! Can I use beer flu or vodka flu as well?
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I so have had that experience of having to check my texts and sent emails to make sure I haven’t done anything that will be terminally embarrassing or possibly incriminating. Really enjoyed your piece.
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You had me at wine flu
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I love that you say bipolar disorder is your superpower! I think it is too 🙂
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Is there a way to follow you? I’ve never met anyone this much like me, almost a relief that this isn’the only me…
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You can always follow me down the rabbit hole by clicking the follow button on my blog here on WordPress
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I call it “Auto Pilot”, and I’m not drinking, I’m stuck in a daydream I guess, idk…..
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I used become extremely angry and spiteful when I drank. I’m glad everything was pretty smooth for you!
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Glad you’re back! She really didn’t post anything to bad! Try drinking some power aid. It helps with the hangovers.
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I’m not bipolar, but I’m autistic. Really wine and me do not go well together, and yet I still do it…
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