Never Drinking Alcohol Again
Just had my first hangover. And when I said just had, I mean it went away for a few hours but has somehow resurfaced. I wish it wouldn't do that. My hangover does not appreciate being kicked in the head multiple times throughout the night. Mentioning no names, certainly not Lydia's. >.> Oops. Ah well, I'll totally get over that grudge sometime soon. But not quite yet. Maybe when the hangover's actually gone. Ah, just for something else to post, some slightly loony quotes from this morning.
Lydia: "I thought it was nine o'clock. I was looking at the clock upside down. It was actually half eight. ...I got confuuuuused!"
Lydia (again): "If the top isn't the top, that's where you go wrong!"
Me: "My head feels like it's home to a bunch of gnomes, tapping away with little silver hammers at varaious points inside my skull. And every so often, the gnomes stop tapping to talk to each other..."
I'd post something more coherent but most of the stuff going on in my life right now is either unfit for viewing by others of simply completely uninteresting. Sad, that. I can't even summon the energy to angst/rant/ramble in a vaguely (maybe) entertaining way.