Big day at work today, lots of important things to do followed by a night out with the team. So for reasons best known to myself I decided to go out until 3am and get clattered last night.
I'm such a fucking idiot sometimes.
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Paracetamol. Red bull. Lots of food. Sneak a lay down somewhere at lunch if you can. Been there many times.
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I've not met either of you, but I'm strongly suspecting that Russ has even more experience at this sort of thing.
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Russ is wonderful because he makes me believe I'm actually more professional than I am.
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Sounds like you just know that you aren't to me. I like Russ because he's a fuckwit like me. Different drivers. Same head space.
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To add some context, this was written after arriving home post full day at the cricket on the full corporate gravy train. That being said, I have fuck all of importance to do today.
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Today I am studying for my Level 2 BTEC exam in Pensions Essentials. My exam is in Monday. After 2 of 5 exams I'm on 98%. I hope that come October, I'll be able to add my first BTEC to my CV.
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That's nice of you to say but Russ is not fucking wonderful, I did the most astonishingly stupid thing last night and fucked things up irretreivably with my favourite person in the world. I am in a world of hungover self loathing right now.
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Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.
... And absolutely nobody say "Jehovah".
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I'm going on a week long vacation on my own tomorrow. I think I'm just going to leave my phone turned off the entire time and pretend the world doesn't exist.
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Have you thought about hydrating with some liquids containing caffeine and maybe taking some paracetomol for the headache?
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I'm thinking about hydrating with some liquids containing strychnine and maybe taking some arsenic.
(Not really, don't worry.)
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Getting pissed up again is clearly the answer here.
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Thankfully it would appear that less damage was done than I feared. Still, I think a period away from the booze and the resulting bad decisions is in order.
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Related ... I hate that feeling of dread and worry the night after a load of beer. I swear it didn't use to happen at uni and in the years that follow, but now I just wake up and have angst and a bad mood for 24 hours.
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It gets worse before it gets worse.
