No hair of the dog for me.

You would think now that I'm 27 and a half, a fairly sensible(ish) age, I would be able to handle my alcohol.

But no.

I woke up this Sunday morning with a banging headache, and an unquenchable thirst. And once again wondering why I would ever want to drink alcohol again.

Yuksville.

Ah well, maybe when I'm 27 and three quarters I will be able to behave myself...

For now though, I praise the Lord for inventing fried chicken, chips and diet coke.

Halleluiah!

xxx