ugh, or continuous state of hangover

rocking weekend. dinner on friday, barbecue on saturday, barbecue on sunday, picnic on monday. dissertation hung, head hung, insides writhing, eyes drooping, stomach churning. floating awareness, the vice-like-grip of the giant's hands will leave my head only as soon as i get to the next party and sip that wine.

but the party seems very far away and the buses are steambaths and i want a greasy spoon breakfast for £1.50

:(