I found the perfect cure for my hangovercomedown today; pie & mash at the cafe for breakfast, followed by an Autumnal stroll in Hyde Park, then some nice Iitalian food and beer on the way home.
I feel fucking ace.
I remember being really intrigued as to what my flatmate's erect cock looked like sometime in the twilight hours of this morning. Apparently I have found out. So I'm told. How? The details are vague. There are, however, naked pictures of me. Some on the street. This is normally the type of unsuspected encounter I live for.
Alas the demon drink.
He was a busy man. Having a cold (and being made of SENSE) I accused the bar owners of diluting the vodka and proceded to drink everything like, well, water. Tchck.
My hangover was made worse by the fact that I had to, as well as walking Sheena, walk someone's dog. In Highbury. About half an hour's walk from my house. And when I got there I realised I'd left the keys at home.
Oh crikey. I think I might actually die soon. Ah well these days the hangovers are almost worth it - now I only get wasted about half a dozen times a year, every time the night out is so much more worthwhile seeming than when I used to go out drinking a hundred times or more a year.
Shiny, how the hell could you even consider posting to this board when you'd just puked over yourself? I'm just amazed at the willpower that must have involved - have puke over self / must inform Hive / while watching Buffy / splattered in puke..
And then back to posting in this thread only 4 and a half hours later.
Well. I don't really sleep for more than three or four hours. Ever. Contrary to how I think it's supposed to work, this is even more true if I've been drinking, so I tend to get up and do a bit of surfing and tolerate the tiredness and illness.
The sicking on myself bit wasn't so groovy, and neither in retroscpect was the posting about it, and the hangover's remarkably grim. But up until right around the self sicking bit it was a good enough night to be worth it.
It always gives me a sense of disjointedness (that's NOT even a word, is it?) when I wake up around 5 am to go to work, accidentally check this thread, and go: "Hungover?? Already?? The day hasn't even begun, man!"
Why on Earth did I drink all of that last night? When I have work today? When I knew that I had work today? Why do I do that to myself? Why? Why am I did I do it knowing that I had to do it again tonight, with work people, had in fact planned the thing tonight?
Brief description: I am a war-torn country, and bits of me keep falling victim to sleeping sicknesses.
The second night of drinking has left me in a far better position than the first, mostly because I actually got to have a full night's sleep afterward, but the whole binge experience this weekened has reminded me that I should probably look into fucking off and being somewhere completely different with my life at the moment.
