I wish that hangovers didn’t get worse as you get older. It’s a little bit like a double blow really. Not only are you feeling like death warmed up, but you are reminded that back in the day, it really was never that painful. Or lasted for that long. Honestly, I still feel broken today. I don’t get drunk a lot these days, I’m not a big drinker anyway, but what can I say. On Saturday, two of my best friends from university got married and the party was brilliant. Everyone had such a good time, the champagne/ polish vodka/ red wine/ white wine were flowing. I guess the 6 hours of driving that we had to do to get there and back probably didn’t help either.
Oh my, today’s going to be a long day. I think I pressed the snooze button 8 times this morning, I’m not kidding.