forgive the spelling errors
this morning, im in a glen duncan rambly mood. the devil would indeed be laughing at me. almost as hard as i was laughing last night. (and trust me that was beyond laughing).
when i woke at 6, 2 hours after crashing into bed dead drunk, i could have sworn that i was still hammered. Btw, when ppl say they got hammered, smashed, or wasted it really should describe the delayed AFTER effects of a night of copious alcohol consumption, not the process/direct end result of inebriation(ie puking and passing out). like "I got smashed last night" should be wrong, it should be "I drunk and im smashed now". does that make sense? in my adled mind, it does. anyway, i woke at 6, self-medicated, and tried to ignore the pounding in my head and queesiness in my stomach and go back t slp. managed t wake up at 8.15, at the shrill cry of my third and last alarm set on my phone, not by choice i assure you. if i had a choice i would be sleeping this off. but NO, im actually at work.
in the cab to work (im in at 9 which is ONLY half an hr late) i was making up names for my hangover. See i dont normally get hangovers, so im trying to enjoy the process. like really soak it all up. that of course didnt stop me from putting 3 different types of pills in my stomach to try to ease the process somewhat. I digress, back to the names, i was thinking "the hangover of all hangovers", or "the mother(fuckaaa) of all hangovers". then i started on the LOTR tangent and went into "the hangover to rule them all" or "the hangover from hell" <-- i know, i KNOW. i started GIGGLING to myself in the cab, simultaneously thinking "crikey mate! ive lost it. you know you've lost it when you start making puns in year head and then giggling. and what the fuck am i doing TALKING to myself in third person?"
also in the cab, everything was bathed in a golden light as i climbed up the ECP. it was beautiful. but i could so have done the MTV kinnda cut to closeup of pained expression on face, freeze frame, when the thought struck me "champagne washed" to describe the early morning light. oh gadddd. 2 bottles of bubbly in 3 days.
my eyes are bloodshot, my stomach could compete with cirque du soleil acrobats, and my head... well lets jst say the sound of my typing is way too loud. people should have t-shirts made for this type of mornings. you know like "so hungover i could kiss my own ass".
oh and the panadol extra precautions say "... If you have any liver or kidney problem, please consult your doctor before...". Damn right i have a liver problem. how bout being saturated with alcohol and failing?
aeii, i bet you've never seen such a long post about a hangover. its such a FULLSTOP to an amazing night. one of the top three Best Nights Ever. 1 Rochester closes at one, but cos we're like so like special (im kidding btw, if you cant tell. ha-ha) we stayed till 0345. time to try t put some solids into my stomach t ground it. hopefully it doesnt come up the way it went down. love.
when i woke at 6, 2 hours after crashing into bed dead drunk, i could have sworn that i was still hammered. Btw, when ppl say they got hammered, smashed, or wasted it really should describe the delayed AFTER effects of a night of copious alcohol consumption, not the process/direct end result of inebriation(ie puking and passing out). like "I got smashed last night" should be wrong, it should be "I drunk and im smashed now". does that make sense? in my adled mind, it does. anyway, i woke at 6, self-medicated, and tried to ignore the pounding in my head and queesiness in my stomach and go back t slp. managed t wake up at 8.15, at the shrill cry of my third and last alarm set on my phone, not by choice i assure you. if i had a choice i would be sleeping this off. but NO, im actually at work.
in the cab to work (im in at 9 which is ONLY half an hr late) i was making up names for my hangover. See i dont normally get hangovers, so im trying to enjoy the process. like really soak it all up. that of course didnt stop me from putting 3 different types of pills in my stomach to try to ease the process somewhat. I digress, back to the names, i was thinking "the hangover of all hangovers", or "the mother(fuckaaa) of all hangovers". then i started on the LOTR tangent and went into "the hangover to rule them all" or "the hangover from hell" <-- i know, i KNOW. i started GIGGLING to myself in the cab, simultaneously thinking "crikey mate! ive lost it. you know you've lost it when you start making puns in year head and then giggling. and what the fuck am i doing TALKING to myself in third person?"
also in the cab, everything was bathed in a golden light as i climbed up the ECP. it was beautiful. but i could so have done the MTV kinnda cut to closeup of pained expression on face, freeze frame, when the thought struck me "champagne washed" to describe the early morning light. oh gadddd. 2 bottles of bubbly in 3 days.
my eyes are bloodshot, my stomach could compete with cirque du soleil acrobats, and my head... well lets jst say the sound of my typing is way too loud. people should have t-shirts made for this type of mornings. you know like "so hungover i could kiss my own ass".
oh and the panadol extra precautions say "... If you have any liver or kidney problem, please consult your doctor before...". Damn right i have a liver problem. how bout being saturated with alcohol and failing?
aeii, i bet you've never seen such a long post about a hangover. its such a FULLSTOP to an amazing night. one of the top three Best Nights Ever. 1 Rochester closes at one, but cos we're like so like special (im kidding btw, if you cant tell. ha-ha) we stayed till 0345. time to try t put some solids into my stomach t ground it. hopefully it doesnt come up the way it went down. love.