I'm really starting to worry about myself...
Most of you, who have been out on a night of drinking, dancing and destruction with me and then stayed at my house have probably witnessed the strange phenomenon of my post-partying ritual. For those of you who haven't, for some inexplicable reason I tend to hide all of the important things I have taken out with me that night (eg house key, wallet or money/keycard, id, phone) in a "safe place" that I will remember or that will seem totally obvious in the morning. It doesn't generally work that way the next day, when I mostly have to be somewhere (uni/work) and I can't find my fucking car keys (which are hiding in the cornflakes packet/coffee cup/toilet cistern/
freezer/textbook/kettle/battery compartment of alarm clock etc). Thoroughly annoying and something I just can't seem to stop doing, but its ok - I'm drunk. I have an excuse. Today however, I don't have an excuse. I just can't seem to be able to convince myself or anyone else that having a hangover caused by a variety of substances is good enough for a pardon. I've "hidden" my payslips, and most of the important documents I had in my hand while I was reporting my income over the phone to the nice man from centrelink. For the life of me, I can't seem to recall where I have put them. And since I live in a smallish unit, and have had a lot of experience searching for things I have hidden from myself, I know where most of my hiding places are by now. I have looked in every inch of space I may have placed them, through logical thought or otherwise - which has prevented me from taking the hour or so nap I so desperately need before work which will be followed by another night of badness. Arg.
That is all.
freezer/textbook/kettle/battery compartment of alarm clock etc). Thoroughly annoying and something I just can't seem to stop doing, but its ok - I'm drunk. I have an excuse. Today however, I don't have an excuse. I just can't seem to be able to convince myself or anyone else that having a hangover caused by a variety of substances is good enough for a pardon. I've "hidden" my payslips, and most of the important documents I had in my hand while I was reporting my income over the phone to the nice man from centrelink. For the life of me, I can't seem to recall where I have put them. And since I live in a smallish unit, and have had a lot of experience searching for things I have hidden from myself, I know where most of my hiding places are by now. I have looked in every inch of space I may have placed them, through logical thought or otherwise - which has prevented me from taking the hour or so nap I so desperately need before work which will be followed by another night of badness. Arg.
That is all.