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I actually feel bight and perky today, despite a night at Slimelight - but I think that it was all due to a) drinking gin and tonic all night long - it seems to keep the worst excesses of the hangover down to a minimum, bearable level and b) leaving said club reasonably early because there wasn't actually any good music being played on the (ahem) Goth floor by the time I made it to that bit. Bad industrial-lite pophouse music will never encourage me to dance (and hence feel knackered the next day), save for in the event of a small pharmaceutical warehouse being consumed beforehand, and even then probably not - powernoise would be preferable, even.
So, in all, a hangover made of win and sunny niceness. How ... novel. |
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