Well now, let me see, the ankles are still delightful, but the rest of me is suffering somewhat. Weekends are a paradox, I long for them from Monday to Friday, but now, Sunday evening I'm less than enamoured. I should point out I was out all hours with some Italians drinking grappa and Lemonchello...actually this explains everything perfectly. Good night, I'm off to bed now, my pyjamas are toasty.
Exactly. Took it easy last night, so I don't feel too badly today. But Friday night...discovering that the bar I was in serves Newcastle in 22ounce bottles was a blessing as well as a curse.
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How strange, that is exactly how I felt when I prised open one eye this morning.
Oh well. If there'd been a game today I wouldn't have enjoyed it with this hangover anyway.
Uhhhhhh...hockey anyone?
FMC - How are you and your delightful ankles?
I second that!
You mean this wasn't an invite?
No, bearded one. It is an expression of my existential angst, after watching my team get swept right out of the playoffs. Woe, woe, woe....
Boo. I concur. Also with the hangover thing. Today hurts.
Well now, let me see, the ankles are still delightful, but the rest of me is suffering somewhat. Weekends are a paradox, I long for them from Monday to Friday, but now, Sunday evening I'm less than enamoured. I should point out I was out all hours with some Italians drinking grappa and Lemonchello...actually this explains everything perfectly. Good night, I'm off to bed now, my pyjamas are toasty.
Exactly. Took it easy last night, so I don't feel too badly today. But Friday night...discovering that the bar I was in serves Newcastle in 22ounce bottles was a blessing as well as a curse.
It could be worse, you could be a Cub fan.
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