I've had a bit of a rough ride this past month with exams, boy troubles (pah!), my friend got spiked the other week and then to top it all off, a Duran Duran concert I was going to see last night at Liverpool Echo Arena was cancelled because Simon Le Bon has laryngitus. Now, let's not question my musical tastes - I love the boys, and I won the tickets on a radio competition (excellent moment of my life). But suffice to say I was a bit depressed, so me and my friend ended up getting merrily drunk in the hotel room all night.
I've now woken up with a hideous hangover and I'm probably more miserable than I was before because;
- I had to run through my local train station to the toilets so I could throw up
- I have an exam on Friday that I have not revised for enough at all
- I spent a stupid amount of money doing pretty much nothing
- & alas, I still have all the problems I did before
I always just talk and talk when I'm drunk and don't think about what I'm saying, hence why I either always have people mardy at me or I'm mardy at them because some little domestic - always started by me - has happened. No, I'm not talking about drunken brawls - just a tiny arguement. So anyway, this was just a little rant;
Drowning Sorrows - Always a bad idea.