i left VA on a gray morning in november, first to visit uncles in kentucky and a grandmother self-imported from oregon.
Four days of hard (actually what we call “hard drinking” in virginia is just called “drinking” in kentucky) drinking later, i traveled to Atlanta, GA to setup and manage the information systems supporting the registration, housing, and lead services for a twenty-thousand person conference and exposition.
Save one, I’ve drank every night since I’ve been here.
kentucky drinking.
it’s strange though.
i feel like i’ve crossed into new territory?
drain bamage?
i haven’t had any mornings of chemical-burn stomach or cracked concrete headaches, or any of it.
i’ve just been really tired.
and stupid.
the fog that keeps my brain muddled and befuddled in the morning has crept into my afternoons and evenings.
i feel like my reaction times are slow and i’ve caught myself searching too long for the right word. to describe. that thing you use to eat. things. dig food. SPOON!
or maybe i’m just really tired, brain spent due to lack of sleep yeah, that’s what i’m going with.
