Excessive Mondayage
Unbelievable that its Monday again. And as was so eloquently phrased by
grainneuaile07 last night, I feel a bit like someone pooed down my throat, then ripped me open and removed my bowels. Odd as I didn't drink a lot.
Was a wicked night, Wasn't particularly impressed by Mechanical Cabaret, Client who I'd not seen before were cool in a slightly darker Goldfrapp kind of way, and Covenant were brill. Thought they could have done with being a bit louder tho, and I don't like where the electric ballroom has the stage now, makes it a bit to narrow and deep so even when you fight your way through to get nearer the stage, you're still too far back.
But I had a hilarious night. Lots of very juvenile silliness and any night you spend doubled over in laughter is a good one in my books. Was sickened that the ballroom didn't sell jagermeister. Ludicrous. Which forced me, donia & valeria to down vodka, which we all hate. I didn't have any dinner but Guiness saved me from the worst of the effects.
And then I got home bout midnight, had a cup of tea and read my book til half one or so, slept terribly, got up at 6 to hurry into work, realised halfway that I'd left my laptop at home, went home to fetch it and now I'm here hating the world. And all of a sudden I feel very very sick. Which is weird as I'm not hungover....
...I tell you what I have no problem being sick when drunk - but I completely resent spewing when sober and not-post drunk. Oooh but maybe I've caught some bug that my boss's baby keeps spreading around - proper little typhoid mary. Then i can go home. Hope hope hope!