doomkeeper

Is it me or have hangovers suddenly got more hardcore?

I still remember the days when I could go out until 5am then get up and go to work! What is it these days that causes my brains to go on vacation every Saturday morning? This morning is especially hard and certainly all well prepared plans will go out of the window in favor of my bed.

I’ve tried many cures. The latest being eat as much B12 as you can stuff down your neck, as soon as you realise you’re pissed. In my case this its first thing in the morning, which as I’ve found out is way too late.

Even this morning I’ve considered this wonder cure, but at 40 bucks a packet, they can kiss my arse.

Today I look around my flat (sorry condo) and it looks like someone has come in and trashed the place. Books everywhere, jacket thrown on the floor.

You know it’s not going well when the third person of the day asks you over MSN; “is this the booze talking?”

To quote the mighty With-Nail; “i feel like a pig shat in my head”. Actually it’s not that bad yet, but I can hear the farmer feeding the little bastard eggs in the next room.

Jägermeister is a horrible drink. I seem to get cartoon drunk when ever that cursed stuff comes out. No matter how many conversations you have with people saying that you can’t stand it. It always seem to show up with your name on it. Damn you Jägermeister!

Oh god, country music has come on the iTunes shuffle because some distance colleague gave you his music collection so long ago. And you simply haven’t the energy to make it to the mouse.

James begins to talk about himself in the 3rd person. Christ it’s getting bad now.

Right well, this post was supposed to have a point. So guess I should get to it…