I went out last night to meet a friend I haven't seen in the bones of 2 years. I was expecting a few quiet scoops and plenty of talk. A few quiet scoops turned into a load of them and as of 18.58 pm i am still sick as a small hospital. I've no idea how i used to do this all the time. Hangovers used to be done and dusted by 11am the next day. Now my body has decided to sabotage itself with headaches, palpitations, a dicky tummy and a whole heap of anxiety sprinkled over the top.
Fuck this aging lark. Have a bit of fun and you're paying for it for days afterwards.
Gawk.
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