I sit here on this cold, dark and rainy morning barely hanging on for dear life.
Satan manifested himself last night. In the form of merlot.
3 bottles to be exact.
And although I’m usually quite strong and handle hangovers well, this can not even be called a hangover. Fallen RIGHT over is how I’m feeling right now.
If there is any justice in this world, the work day will swallow up huge chunks of itself and release me kindly back to the comfort of my oversized lounge suit where I want to curl up under a blanket and not have to move until at least 11:30 am tomorrow morning.
This is however all my own fault and so do not expect any sympathy from you lot.
It sure would be nice though :)
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Sounds like a fun nite had by all.
Sympathy?
what's that?
I'll google it:
Sympathy is a social affinity in which one person stands with another person, closely understanding his or her feelings. Also known as empathic concern, it is the feeling of compassion or concern for another, the wish to see them better off or happier. Source Wikipedia...
Nope, I still don't get it...
haha. Nik! thanks.
Well - once in a while is OK! It's fun while it lasts but the morning after - yikes! Satan does rear his ugly head!
OK, I'm checking in on you more than a week after this "incident" -- i'm assuming all is OK by now?
Merlot. Three bottles, you say. What was the occasion? And why didn't you invite me?
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