{"id":9798,"date":"2012-12-15T12:36:34","date_gmt":"2012-12-15T17:36:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=9798"},"modified":"2012-12-15T12:36:34","modified_gmt":"2012-12-15T17:36:34","slug":"hard-at-work-or","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=9798","title":{"rendered":"Hard at work, or&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/81595350@N00\/8158445617\/in\/photostream\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7272\/8158445617_fae291f249_z.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going to make a bold statement here and suggest that excess consumption of alcohol, particularly in the middle of the afternoon and on an empty stomach, is <i>not<\/i> good for you.<\/p>\n<p>I had fun at yesterday&#8217;s office holiday party, but, if I&#8217;m being honest, I also had a little too much to drink. There was food, much better and more plentiful than at last year&#8217;s party, but I almost certainly had more whiskey in me than anything else. I remember everything that happened, the content of the conversations I had, et cetera. It&#8217;s not as if I embarrassed myself &#8212; although there was a moment, at the bar afterward, when a co-worker (who I genuinely would have like to have talked to) tried to ask me a question, and I simply could not make my brain and ears understand what she was asking me. (This was all the more disappointing because I think it&#8217;s the first time we&#8217;ve ever really talked, and I couldn&#8217;t muster more than &#8220;What? I&#8217;m sorry, I can&#8217;t &#8212; what?&#8221; I didn&#8217;t even see her again on my way out.)<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t join the group at the <i>second<\/i> of the two after-parties, probably recognizing that four mixed drinks and a beer in as many hours was probably already pushing things for me, but rather stumbled out and got the subway back to Penn Station. I&#8217;d like to view this as a victory of good judgment over pickled brain cells&#8230;except that, <i>at<\/i> Penn Station, I decided to have KFC for dinner. So, clearly, I was still not thinking clearly.<\/p>\n<p>I got home sometime after 8 o&#8217;clock, and spent most of the next twelve hours asleep. I don&#8217;t know that I&#8217;m fully recovered, but rest and re-hydration have seriously helped.<\/p>\n<p>I am not, as I have probably mentioned here before, much of a drinker, and only ever drink socially, rarely, usually much more sensibly. I&#8217;m keenly aware of the dangers of overdoing it, and of alcoholism, above and beyond the hangover I&#8217;m still dealing with today. I mean, let&#8217;s be honest here: KFC is pretty darn terrible. <\/p>\n<p>Well, I don&#8217;t plan on drinking again anytime soon. (This morning, even the thought of whiskey puts my stomach into knots.) I&#8217;m off from work for the next almost three weeks, a nice extended holiday vacation, and I managed to get everything and more than I expected to done before I left to become inebriated at noon on Friday. I have a lot of work waiting for me when I get back &#8212; or, I&#8217;m hoping not, lots of e-mailing instructors to ask why they haven&#8217;t sent me their reviews so I can work on them when I get back &#8212; but for now it&#8217;s just movies and TV and hangover recovery and, eventually, when my brain&#8217;s a little better, reading and writing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m going to make a bold statement here and suggest that excess consumption of alcohol, particularly in the middle of the afternoon and on an empty stomach, is not good for you. I had fun at yesterday&#8217;s office holiday party, but, if I&#8217;m being honest, I also had a little too much to drink. There &#8230; <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=9798\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[28,52],"class_list":["post-9798","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-personal","tag-work"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9798"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9798"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9798\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9798"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9798"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9798"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}