Need.Detox.Now.
I read somewhere, a certain very dead person said this - "No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned".
And I think I earned mine last night. I may have slept the longest ever. Which is rare by my standard. I was kncoked out by 7:00pm yesterday and only got up at 8:00 this morning. It's unbelievable and yes, I definitely earned it. Still, it could be the age factor and shit.
But I've been busy entertaining the slave drivers from up north since Monday to reciprocate the same deal when I was in their backyard months ago. Payback time and shit. Nothing much. Started off on Monday evening with the usual kissing of the slave driver's ass and mindless discussions over liberal serving of malts. No dinner but lots and lots of drinking thereafter. Wednesday night was the worse. I vaguely remember dancing, but I think I did. To 'Dancing Queen'.
Ooooh, fuckarama!!! I think I fucking did!!!
Personal damage count after 3 nights - 75ml of various malt, approximately. And very many, many big cats. One or two pints of the black juice.
But slave driver's all gone now which is good because I don't think I could have done any more drinking. I was too fucking tired and the poor liver feels like it's giving up on me. I fucking feel it. Shit, just about everything about me is about to give up right now. The throbbing headache is still there and there's sweat on my forehead.
I think a couple of days detoxing is called for.
Starting...now.
And I think I earned mine last night. I may have slept the longest ever. Which is rare by my standard. I was kncoked out by 7:00pm yesterday and only got up at 8:00 this morning. It's unbelievable and yes, I definitely earned it. Still, it could be the age factor and shit.
But I've been busy entertaining the slave drivers from up north since Monday to reciprocate the same deal when I was in their backyard months ago. Payback time and shit. Nothing much. Started off on Monday evening with the usual kissing of the slave driver's ass and mindless discussions over liberal serving of malts. No dinner but lots and lots of drinking thereafter. Wednesday night was the worse. I vaguely remember dancing, but I think I did. To 'Dancing Queen'.
Ooooh, fuckarama!!! I think I fucking did!!!
Personal damage count after 3 nights - 75ml of various malt, approximately. And very many, many big cats. One or two pints of the black juice.
But slave driver's all gone now which is good because I don't think I could have done any more drinking. I was too fucking tired and the poor liver feels like it's giving up on me. I fucking feel it. Shit, just about everything about me is about to give up right now. The throbbing headache is still there and there's sweat on my forehead.
I think a couple of days detoxing is called for.
Starting...now.
posted by Demented | Friday, November 14, 2008
9 Comments:
Want to have some beers and burn something at my place tomorrow?
what time?
Somehow, I knew that detoxing talk was never going to happen. *sigh*
trish : ok. ok. Im a weak being.
wats with the burning things??
if i was your liver, i'd sue you and ask for euthanasia.
bastard : errr...burning things like meat to go with the beer
anon : i would do the same
my bad then..I was under the assumption that two males with beer bellies burning stuff like a bunch of red necks...gosh...
lynching? oh please invite me.
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