I'm not sure what got into me. I even put on make-up and jewelry. Until this weekend I can't even remember the last time I was out past midnight. I told you, old person.
We hardly stopped moving with a luncheon, two receptions, a bon fire, fast food runs (because easy), practicing cello for a Mother's Day song in church, my first energy drink in I think a year, and topped it all off Saturday night with a concert. Two hours of ambient, slightly psychedelic rock from The Black Angels. Obviously I slept the entire drive home. I'd like to still be sleeping.
I would imagine a hang over felt something similar to this. But let's get real. I have no idea.