Except of course when one has a hangover.
Bleugh, am hopeless, I have a little drink, and I really mean a "little" drink glass of wine, and a little measure of...Arran something. I lay in bed until 11 am, because I just couldn't move.
But even now, sitting here watching the end of the Revolution, am still feeling a bit crappy.
Bleugh. No drink, no more.
a bloody mary will cure that headache! you'll feel better tomorrow!
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