I went out for a few drinks with some mates last night - big drinkers the both of them so this morning was a little shabby. One of the 'fun' things after nights like that is looking in my notebook and seeing what I considered important/pithy/funny enough to be recorded. If I can decipher my handwriting, of course.
The only legible thing from last night was "jump into the pool of life that is vodka". Which explains a few things about how I feel today.
I also managed to pass out (at home, in bed - fortunately) in the middle of txting a haiku to a friend. Poetry when pissed is pretty bad - but I guess when it comes to drunk txting it's better than waking up and finding you've sent a pic of your knob to your ex.
Which didn't happen I hasten to clarify.
A fun time was had but I paid for it this morning. And I feel I'm going to pay for it at again the gym this afternoon too...