There was this one time (the only time in my life) I got very slightly tipsy (and that was really due to the lack of carbs, stupid me) and I remember being on the train, intending to grab the handrails but kept grabbing the air until my friend physically put one of the handles into my hand. And it took quite a bit of effort to ask for the bill.
It's happening now.
Not because of drinks.
My brain is working no more.
My stomach is working no more.
Maybe it does because all I want to do is puke.
I can't focus on my work. Or my life, actually. It's like past one or two weeks has passed in a blur.
I have projects to finish. And more than usual Whoever is pulling strings up there, wow you sure are cruel.