It was a comment and I moved it. Follow up hangover

On said other post my oh so loving Valerie offered to let me call her for $350/hour instead of gorge on cookie dough.

Well, I could. But then what would I use Aiden for? He'd be so bored during that loooong phone call. AND if I have to call anyone to whine to in the middle of the night, I might as well call Brandon. He's called me enough since the divorce to get me to tell him his life is okay (hello? I don't want that job anymore. I filed paperwork to prove it!) I'm pretty sure I have a good amount of credit built up.

Although if I tried to use it he would tell me that I was getting my way and being an awful person (with different words) and refuse to do it.

Or blame all my issues on being with Aiden, tell me a)I'm too late because he's got Morgan (YES!!!) or b)he can be here in 7 hours to pack Aiden's crap and move himself in.

I hate that second option.

PLUS, do I want my big sister who I may have convinced I am semi-rational to hear I am having a breakdown because I got my feelings hurt in a stupid and ridiculous way? Granted it's during a week of sleep deprivation and I was hot and tired and crabby and and and...

Okay, this is the last whiny blog for now. Back to whatever the norm is next time.

Hangover?

Don't stop reading!!! I'm not hungover from alcohol. No, if you read my probably ill-placed post last night you might realize I'm hungover today from cookie dough. I feel sluggish. I feel like I was molested by the cookie dough that I, in fact, molested first.

The "therapy" didn't even work. I got all stupid, laid in bed, and cried for an hour. Poor Aiden got stuck, again, trying to make me calm down and realize I don't really have anything to be so worked up over. So I finally regained rationality (or as much as I EVER have) and realized my leg was cramping up from lack of milk intake.

AND I had laid down to cry so my sinus had that thing going on. You know what I mean... that thing where you feel like you got water up your nose and then it starts shifting. As if the first feeling wasn't quite uncomfortable enough.

Anyway, I took a muscle relaxer and slept for 8 hours, which isn't rare but has been elusive lately, and now I am hungover from cookie dough AND muscle relaxers.

But I do feel better and I'm not so sleepy, just groggy. And that will burn off with my daily Coke. Right?