I knew something was wrong when I was drinking that Diet Pepsi on the way over to her place. My energy was low, I wasn't bobbing my head to the music. I just wasn't happy about it being Sunday. Physically I felt fine, my head was a bit foggy though. I was unreasonably morose.
I got there and she noticed too. I was in a sour mood, barely speaking to her. My throat was really dry and I kept reaching for the water bottle. She asked me what was wrong and I didn't have an answer. It certainly wasn't her. She looked better than I had ever seen her look, although I didn't tell her that.
We began to have sex and I began to sweat profusely. This was a sign that something was amiss with my body. I was dripping sweat, which never really happens unless I'm in the gym. She noticed this too, but it didn't stop us from finishing.
Afterwards I was still sweating. Laying in her bed, in front of the window AC unit and I can't cool down. My desire to have sex again was non-existent. I needed my bed and I needed zero conversation. She didn't understand why I was so grumpy and didn't want to talk. So I left and in the process I probably pissed her off. I guess it's rude to come over to a girls place, immediately initiate sex, and then leave shortly thereafter.
I got home and dozed off during Seinfeld at 10:40. I never fall asleep with the TV on, much less my favorite show of all time. It was the earliest I've been to bed in three months.
I woke up feeling like I drank a bottle of Jack Daniels last night, yet I've been sober for the past two nights.
I'm either going through alcohol withdrawl or I have some sort of flu. This isn't how I planned on my Fall starting.