Saturday, March 30, 2013
It’s the worst part of inebriation. The vertigo. Knowing what’s up and what’s down but being unable to adhere to the standards. Standing on terra not-so-firma having established good sea legs during a long day in the chop.
The world has the wobbles and I swear that I haven’t taken a sip to deserve it.
And especially not good with a flight to the Baja in the very near future.
So I’ll be throwin’ back 'dem little red sudafeds like Easter jellybeans for the next couple of days in the hopes that it’s just a tiny trout stream in my inner ear. Damn the jitters. But if the floor doesn’t stop tilting by Monday, it’s straight to the doc.
Or do you think that a few beers will counteract the spin?