Hungover yet again this morning. And yet I don't have a problem with it. Absolutly nothing wrong with a bit of binge drinking. Which is five or more drinks. I'm just getting warmed up by then.
I do enjoy a party and getting a bit rubbered. Feeling like your legs are on backwards, trying to make the room stop spinning and a head full of beer and whiskey. Knowing all your friends are the same. The inhibitions get lowered and you amuse everyone with your witty and profound remarks. Well, I do anyway.
I have no problem with getting up a bit unwell because whats the alternative? Sitting in, having no fun? I don't think so somehow.
I recovered pretty quickly by pouring a lot of water down the neck. Plus I didn't have much work so no real stress today. Just a usual Sunday really. Lying about taking it easy, lunch in the oven and all was right with the world.
I went up to Lynnes tonight. Had some hair of the dog and felt pretty good. A few beers and a glass of wine or two. We were both a bit randy so we sorted that out a bit sharpish. My naughty girl.
We spent a while channel surfing and watched a funny but slightly disturbing programme. "sex: how to do everything". Might make it a weekly thing.
And a scary thought to end. She's making me watch "Sex And The City"...
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