PJ from a couple of years back
”Ah, well, what you cannot correct you can at least insult,” is a Barry Hannah quote. Also a strategy that I seem to have, if not accidentally than at least unconsciously, taken to heart.
Not so interesting morning-after moment: Having already woken up, drank gatorade, taken several advil and a shower, I summoned my will (by which I mean ate a banana) and dismissed my omnipresent anxiety —yellow squiggles and zig-zags mostly—as hangover-induced and baseless. Then I threw up. Soon but not soon enough I was back in bed, dividing my attention between the ceiling (the plaster is really uneven where I patched the hole from the failed pull-up bar) and turning, one more time, through my memories of Last Night. It was then that I realized: one, I was presently in the middle of Sunday morning, not Saturday; and two, the night before I actually did say something atrocious—insensitive, uncalled for, and spot-on.
