Lets all be a bit honest here, binge drinking is ace. It is like riding down a steep hill in a rickety go-kart whooping with excitement as you pull off wheels and other important bits to make the journey more thrilling.
Last night was a party for some company launching a dull product. They did however have a free bar and that combined with a lack of interesting girls to talk to resulted in my drinking myself to destruction, well what else can a chap do on the day before pay-day?
I got home fairly early as (in my drunken state my homing instinct had kicked in) and then I woke up at 3am with a thirst worthy of the gods and so drank my bodyweight in water and rolled back into bed.
3am is a strange place to be, moderately sober and with a distended stomach. I couldn't get back to sleep for a while so I pondered somethings. This started off with the usual 'what am I going to wear tomorrow' and ended up thinking about things that are lovely about girls, like when they wear your shirt the next morning. Or making them giggle.
Bless.
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