The Other Side of Work Drinking

Today I feel like death warmed up. But that's okay, because I had a really nice time last night...

( Cut for rambliness about people you don't know and have never heard of... You can attribute the nonsensicalosity to the fact that I'm half-asleep. )

So, yeah. A lovely evening. Hangover not so fun, nor was being awake half the night reliving the pizza we had on my return home (I left Paul starving as I wasn't intending to be out so late - he went out for drinks too and beat me home!) and being too hot, so I'm understandably exhausted... I managed to drag myself in for 9.15, mostly due to traffic, and fully intend to have comfort food for lunch and scuttle home at 4.30. Flex be damned.

I'm starving. I had a piece of bread and butter this morning due to feeling a bit delicate, but am now regretting that decision. The bus journey into work made me feel sick, though, so it's probably just as well... I need stale Doritos, they're a great hangover cure. Something about the slightly chewy texture and the corn, I think...