Friday, December 19
Ahhhh, THAT'S Why...
Stupid Blogger, losing my last post. Here's a re-run.
I've remembered why I haven't drank much in the last month or so.
Or, to be precise, the pulsating ache of my brain pressing itself against every single square inch of the interior of my skull is reminding me why I haven't drank that much. Stupid bloody hangovers, I hate them.
It was a wicked night, from what I remember. I can't remember anything in detail after about 12.30. Can't remember leaving the bar / club-place I was in. Can't remember if I went to Acropolis after. Can't remember if I walked home, got a taxi or anything. Can't remember if I went home with anybody back to Bowerhill. Can't remember getting home. Can't remember spending quite as much as I evidently did. Dammit.
Must have been a fucking good night.
Apparently Mace was sick when he got home, and all of my other mates were feeling like shit when they got up today. Why do we do it? Because it's fucking great fun.
Oh, and my Mum is really, really pissing me off today. She just constantly tells me to do things, be they big or small. It pisses me off to an incredible extent. I just say "Yes Mum" every time she gives me any form of instruction, in an effort to show her how often she actually tells me to do things. Which pisses her off. I'm childish, I know. But it's funny.
