Sunday 1 November 2009

Dead famous

I'm feeling rather fragile today.

Last night was my friend D's Bad Taste/Dead Famous Hallowe'en party. Many many drinks were consumed. Many many offensive outfits were worn. Lots of dancing was done till far too late/early this morning. Ergo today I have spent the entire day in bed, only leaving my pit for painkillers, orange squash and a fried egg sandwich. Which I couldn't even eat as the dry bread caught in my throat and nearly made me sick. Nice.

I have but one thing to say today: hangovers are no fun alone.