Why Drink?

As I sit here, staring at the computer, wondering why the walls feel like they are caving in and wondering why my surroundings are spinning, I can't help but ask myself why.. Why drink?

Last night's happy hour which went from one cocktail to four has evolved into this mornings hangover and I am desperately trying not to curl up into a ball under my desk and go to sleep. I dine on a very healthy breakfast of diet Dr. Pepper and Sour Cream and Onion Pringles, and hope that my antics last night did not a.) embarrass myself or b.) end with my phone number permanently stored in any strange man's cell.

The "morning after" is most definitely a hell on earth that we voluntarily put ourselves in when we decide to have too many cocktails. That three hours of giddiness comes at the expense of an entire day of dry heaving, diet soda, salty food, dizziness, random flashbacks, and frequent trips to the lavatory.

The universe, ever so amusing, sends the hangover in waves---so just when you think you've been cured, it comes back, disguised as something else. First, there's the initial wake up-- everything hurts, everything wants to come back up through the route it came in, and you have no idea what you've ever done in your life to deserve that amount of discomfort. You take some pain meds, sleep some more, maybe drink something carbonated and eat something to coat your stomach. An hour later, you start to feel better. You get out of bed, maybe even start to make something of your day. Then suddenly, it comes back. This will go on all day.

Seriously...Why drink?