Rant number 58
Yesterday was a good day - and involved quite a bit of celebration.
And how do most of us celebrate? A bit of shouting, occasional dancing and - of course drinking.
I am pretty sure I remember all of yesterdays drinks, but it is hard to be sure. I definitely do remember a bit of slurring, swaying and even staggering!
I was, lets face it - quite a bit drunk (though not so drunk as some of those around me!)
At the time (as it always - always does) it seemed a good idea to go back to the bar, to open another bottle of beer and to drain yet another glass. In the morning however, I hated myself just a little bit.
I wasn't that rough actually - very luckily. I think a combination of a kebab (that tasted great at the time, but I am pretty sure has been responsible for a slightly upset stomach all day)) and some water before I went to sleep seemed to stop the worst of it happening.
I was still hungover a little though, and it sucked. My head hurt, my stomach was a little fragile and my guts were (as aforementioned) not the best.
Hangovers seem to apply the rules of relativity to real life and causality.
Essentially - the universe doesn't want to allow you to have a good time without punishing you for it later. Its mean - it really is.
How many times have you woken up, hugging the porcelain whilst your head pounds you.
Now the sensible among you would point out that hangovers are the result of you overdoing it in the first place - making it your own fault. To these people I say - go away I have a hangover.
If someone ever does come up with a hangover cure that is foolproof - I will gladly sell them my kidney.
Rant over.
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