I'm probably dying.
It may be the hangover that's still kicking around from Friday night, but I'm pretty sure I'm dying.
Instead of blaming the hangover, the pan con lechon I ate last night and the McDonald's I just consumed to make myself feel better, I'll just content myself that I probably have some fatal disease, and am not long for this world.
I wish I liked yoga and eating raw vegetables. I'd probably feel like a million bucks all the time. Instead, I like liquor and McDonald's, resulting in my constantly feeling like I probably would if I lived in London in 1660 - gouty, lethargic and melancholy.
Maybe after this weekend, April will become "a vegetarian, liquor free" month... Maybe.