My Theory Was Right...Unfortunately

Turns out it wasn't the poker-thon or the 1 hour of sleep that did me in Saturday morning. After feeling not so great for two weeks and then stumbling up to bed last night, too tired and miserable to even put the freshly laundered sheets on the bed or close the blinds, I cocooned myself in a quilt and fell asleep sprawled across the bare mattress. I was sick. Sick, sick, sick. In fact the only times I've felt halfway good all week were when I was sipping red drinks and betting chips. I woke up this morning, not to sunlight streaming in but to the sight of a big bright moon outside my window and felt a little better. My fever was gone and I actually thought breakfast was a good idea. But, I think the lesson learned is that alcohol fueled conversation and bad poker hands are still my good friends. Thank goodness the week is halfway over.