Today has been a day of illness for me, and I bet that you can guess what caused it, yes it’s the old favourite of hangover day, but for some reason I feel worse than I normally do the day after a heavy session. Although I did start drinking at 6pm and carried on until 2am, 8 hours of drinking is bad, especially when you consider that I started the night on ales in the Wetherspoons on Mutley Plain, then onto The Roundabout for a couple of Carling’s, then finally to Voodoo Lounge and onto the Castlemaine. Then shake all that about on the dance floor, which isn’t good, especially with lager as it tends to be quite gassy. And the annoying thing is that I didn’t even have an particularly good night, especially when I arrived at Voodoo, but I don’t want to talk about that on here, lets say that I am seriously thinking of not going to Voodoo anymore over it, as its no point if I don’t enjoy the night for that reason! And inadvertently I think I may have upset a friend, over something that isn’t really my business, but the other person involved is far too nice and easy going and wont say anything directly to that person, I am obviously not going to say any names, but they will know who they are, if they read this, I already had a four pints at that time, and it was four pints of ale, which tend to be stronger than the lagers, so my tact wasn’t quite up to its usual standard, I really should learn to keep my mouth shut! I am seriously thinking about stopping drinking for a few months as it really isn’t worth it, especially when I don’t have a good time to warrant the hangover. Besides I want to buy some upgrades for the computer as it really is starting to show its age and I will feel a lot better within myself. Today’s only saving grace was that I didn’t have to work, infact I don’t think that I would have been capable of working, I could barely get out of bed to go to the toilet this morning, I really don’t want to feel like this on my day off. And I didn’t achieve anything that I set out to do today; the most important thing that never happened was going down to the agency that manages my flat to sort out my washing machine problems.
