June 11th 2020
Today a combination of factors has caused me to head off to sleep at 9pm. Last night I woke up with a start in the middle of the night. I’d had a really hyperrealistic and unsettling dream. Also I was thirsty. And felt sick. I’ll explain why in the next paragraph. After that I couldn’t get back to sleep for a few hours.
When I woke up for the second, and more reasonable, time, I was hungover. I’d drunk a bottle of wine last night while on a video call with some work people — hence the mid-night feeling of sickness. I hope you didn’t feel too sorry for me in that gap between paragraphs.
I skipped breakfast because I was in back-to-back meetings all morning, and then went for a run on an empty stomach at midday. It was pouring with rain and my legs were heavy. It was not a fun run, but that’s 39 days in a row.
After lunch, I reheated leftovers of the pasta I made for dinner last night, and immediately felt sick again. Not because of the hangover, but because of the alcohol. I’ll explain. I cooked dinner at like 11pm last night after the aforementioned bottle of the aforementioned wine, and at the time I thought it was quite nice. Rigatoni, pancetta, mushrooms, birdseye chillis, white wine, philadelphia, rocket, and entire full-salt vegetable stock pot.
Yeah I think I thought that last bit was a good idea, but it was so fucking salty it was almost impossible to eat. There was salt from the pancetta, the rocket, the salt grinder, and the stock pot, and it, well, it was not a nice meal.
I think all that salt dried up any water in my body, and I spent the rest of the day feeling dehydrated and faint. I tried to replenish my water levels, but I just felt grim for the rest of the day.
And so, here we are, bed by 9pm, lights out before 10.
Until tomorrow, night night.