Guh

This is my first blogged hangover. I guess it should be momentous, or something, but frankly I'm too tired and, well, hungover, to really be bothered. Woo, and indeed, hoo.
In a way I think you feel it more if it was unintended. When you only meant to go out for a couple of beers on the way home but stagger in at midnight, the hangover in the morning feels worse, like there's a bonus point for stupidity. Or is that just me? No... it's just me. What made it even worse was that I missed the football - I wouldn't really care, except it's the best they've played for about 3 years, and, let's face it for the next 3 years.
But on the plus side, since I've only been back working for a couple of weeks, and before that I wasn't working for 4 months, I really appreciate a quiet night in now, going to bed early and hot cocoa. It's like being hungover is giving me a glimpse of what it's like to be 65...