Five hours later, I regret that decision

I tend to make bad decisions. And yeah, hindsight is 20/20, I get it, but aren't you supposed to learn from your past as well? Like, even though I really, truly wish that logic behind, "alcohol kills germs; drink while you're sick" was sound, shouldn't I, after unsuccessfully administering this advice on both myself and countless easily-peer-pressured-people on the verge of incapacitating illness, realize that it's simply not true?

Nah.

First: Maybe this time it'll work. Maybe last time, I just didn't drink enough. Yeah, that's gotta be it. At the very least, it'll take away this aching body pain and make me forget about my sore throat, right? By the way, give me a drag of that. Maybe I can smoke out the germs.

And later: Well, I'm better now. It's been a good two hours since I've been lying on my back, writhing in pain, coughing up a lung. I can totally go out. No drinks, though. Really. Do I want anything? Yeah, a beer. Whoa, did I say that out loud? Shit. Well, now I have to drink it. What if they're running one of those secret, whoever-is-drinking-a-Kingfisher-pint-at-this-moment-gets-a-free-keg campaigns RIGHT NOW? By the way, give me a drag of that. Second hand smoke kills, you know.

And the next day: Yeah, I'll go see Pirates of the Caribbean 3. And give me an order of the Manchow Soup. Sounds exotic! By the way, give me a drag of that. I almost got a smoke ring last night.

Eh, I never really understood that hindsight thing anyway. When I stare at my ass, it's just as blurry as the rest of the world.

June 11, 2007
11:44-12:04
Bangalore, India
Due to a string of bad decisions, back at work after 4 days