At 4am I crawled into bed.
The next 5 days I suffered the most putrid, painful, drawn out hangover that any human has ever experienced. In my mental haze the only thoughts that made sense were that last sunday, as good as it was, really is not worth a week of feeling like my insides need ripping out. My head throbs, my stomach aches, If I sit still for more than 10 seconds I'm likely to fall asleep. By Wednesday and Thursday things are still rough, if I ever actually fully recover then that sensible head I mentioned before well I'm gonna find it, put it on, and never take it off. Friday I'm feeling a bit ropey but settling back into real life.
Saturday I wake up feeling fresh, I'm cured! Feeling good and thinking back to a triumphant days partying last week I'm wondering when's the next one? It was definitely worth it. Let's get on it again! I'm rrrrrready to rolllllll!!!
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