One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT ( Read more... )

Ah, hangover, we meet once again. Thought you could catch me unaware, my old friend? How foolish of you. We should both know better by now than to play these silly games. To the death, you say, hangover? No, dear hangover, to the pain.

I return from Lindisfarne and now, after falling into bed to recover a little, I am awake and STILL dressed in garb. Oh yes. It's the internet and medieval clothes at the same time. I'm fucking with the system.

The weekend was excellent though, even if I did get myself horribly trashed on night one and spent the next day feeling gross and hungover

Were there any justice at all in the world, the flatmates who were much drunker than me last night should be suffering from horrible hangovers. However, it appears that I am the only one this morning feeling the effects of last nights partying. Uuuuuggggh ( Read more... )