Sentiments from Monday. Thank Christ I had the day off work...and considering he died for me to have that, make it a literal thanks!
I gave up alcohol for Lent, yes, it was foolish, no, I didn't save a pile of money, and maybe...I think it was a mistake. After a few pints on Sunday, I *knew* it to be a mistake! My tolerance for booze has plummeted! I only had aboot 5/6 pints before leaving the table to go talk to God through the porcelain telephone. Granted I hadn't eaten all day, but generally I can get to 8/9 pints before being wasted and get up to 12/14 before puking sets in :( (and that's light-weight for an Irish girl, I'm a vodka drinker, give me a bottle of that and watch me go all night!) So Niall bundled me into a taxi and I went home, where I did the toilet to bed to toilet circlet for the rest of the night...yay! :/
My flatmate was, of course, most supportive. He hadn't expected me back and was quite shaken to hear noises coming from my room at 2am. So...
Kev: "Are you alright?!!"
Me: "...Noooo"
Kev: "OK so, goodnight!"
Such a blessing of a guy :D
Monday was spent sitting on the couch. They had Star Trek movies and Charmed marathons on all day, so I watched way too much of them..with my glasses off because they hurt my eyes. I had the beautiful internal monologue of "I will not puke...I will not puke" running through my head for the day and my stomach felt like a truck had just crashed into it at 60mph.
All in all...it wasn't the best of returns to Dublin I could have hoped for...but at least I got a Baby Guinness :D mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
-d
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