Oooohhh. This morning I felt GOOD. All day yesterday I had a hangover. The mother of all hangovers and the father-of-all-hangover got together again for one night to make a little baby BASTARD of a hangover just for me. It was self-inflicted of course. No-one ever had a hangover without it being their own fault. I hope not anyway (I’d find it difficult to imagine … unless you have some pretty evil friend who thinks its funny to feed you Vodka in your sleep…)
Oh yes. Vodka. 50:50 Vodka and Orange. The Screwdriver. HmmmHmmmm. I love Vodka and Orange even more than beer. Between 4 of us we got through 8 cans and 2 bottles of Vodka. So yesterday morning I woke up feeling really thirsty, and like my brain was 2 sizes too large for my head. I felt a bit better after
- taking a Shower
- 2 glasses of water
- 1 mug of tea
- 2 paracetamol
- A number 2
Sitting down, however, made me very nauseous, and I threw up. Not pleasant. I hate throwing up. I really hate blowing bits of last-night’s-rice from my nose after throwing up. I REALLY hate smelling my own puke for 2 hours after throwing up. Not nice. All day yesterday I felt like death. I got very little work done because I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I was going to node my hangover but it was too depressing.
Today is the 1st of December. In my Cadbury’s Advent Calendar this morning, I got a chocolate in the shape of a Christmas Cracker. I forget what the picture was. The drive to work was heavenly for two reasons.
- I didn’t have a hangover. Hurrah
- BBC Radio 1 was playing some really cool tunes, including…
- Tainted Love – Soft Cell
- I Love to Hate You – Erasure?
- Rescue Me – Madonna
It was half an hour of a particular year. I never got to hear what year it was (arrived at work too damned soon)