• Well I feel remarkably fine this morning. The bar queue must have forced me to pace myself, then Big Red failing to deliver kept it all very civilised. Might even drop by Easts tonight for half a shandy in the sunshine.

    Unless I've got one of those delayed hangovers on it's way. One of those ones where you shake and sweat between the powerful convulsions that tear at your stomach, while the demons pull on your hair and scratch at your eyelids, whispering hints of impending doom as you struggle with your sanity, mortality, and the recognition of the ultimate futility of existence. Which would be disappointing.

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