I am too old for this... that is all I am going to say ;)
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I am too old for this... that is all I am going to say ;)
Surely life is too short to waste on being hungover - there are so many worthwhile things to do .....
Today has been horrific, on my scale this scores 9.1 out of 10, easily has the capacity for multi-day.
Heroic but never again.....
My head feels like it's made of mashed potato and I can taste the metallic hue of liver failure...:thunbdown:
Epic
9/10 (10/10 on my scale equals dead)
Porcelain god has been prayed to.
The smells I'm producing are taking the paint of the wall. I'm sweating more than when I'm running on a hot day.
My head has an axe buried in it up to the hilt.
This is a truly awful experience and will doubtless consume the entire day. I'm betting there will be after effects still working through the system well into tomorrow.
Dear God my head. My poor head.
*Wimpers
:wink: It will be a badge of pride getting through work tomorrow with such a killer hangover shaunaneto. You will require a mouthful of chewing gum so the stink of booze isn't too apparent and frequent trips to the toilet for a splash of cold water to liven you up.
Mushy round the edges this morning, but expected far worse. Manic dancing at the local pub festival probably helped, though I shouldn't have stopped at the other pub for another pint whilst walking home at midnight :thumbup:
Sod it, I'm going back to bed
RESPECT Shaunaneto. A true beer monster.
The sleep has helped, I've almost stopped sweating.
It's just an overall clamminess at the minute.
Let my guard down last night and drank a few pints of non running hydration fluid in the form of mainly lager and to finish off with some pear cider. All was well on the short walk home from the pub in what was very wet weather. But, after about two hours in bed struggling with what was like flu symptoms I had to give in, scale the stairs from the top floor to go and kneel at the bowl which also included covering the bath tub. As you can imagine my loving wife was on hand and told me to shut up and not wake anyone up. Eventually today I got out on my run over Hobson Moor which cleared the head.
It's funny, today I just feel normal. But by eck does it feel wonderful.
Trying to cut down to one night out a week, but that usually is carnage with epic "never drinking again" hangovers.
I recently quit smoking but still finding it hard to give them up when there's a pint in front of me. And that adds to the hangover. So I'm off smoking 6 days a week...
4/10
I might even manage a run this afternoon.
4 here too. Borderline bad, but on the other hand hadn't been out in 2 weeks and feared that it would be a waking up at 3pm story.
A friend of mine used a phrase this weekend I haven't heard in a while. "Rougher than a Badgers arse".
To be honest, I don't know if he has actually inspected the anus of a Badger to see how rough it is, but I'll take his word for it.
Can't even remember how I got home. everything after midnight has gone, can't remember crap.
9.127/10
Ahhhh, the drink paranoia, I get it a bit, checking the phone to see what texts were sent and received, checking with friends to see how I got home, asking friends if I sang or fell over etc. etc.
I feel one coming on tonight. No drink since this day last week. And off cigs. Think I deserve a pub and house party at least.
I wonder if Danberts still hungover?
I am, would give the bathroom 10 minutes anyway.
I mixed my drinks on Friday night, and subsequently didn't get out of bed till 4:30pm yesterday.
I havent had more than 2 beers in one go since my mates 21st in May, so im not really 'conditioned' for heavy drinking.
I was sick in the toilet when I first went to bed, and brought up a fair bit of red wine coloured vomit. I needed to be sick again but only made it as far as the bathroom sink, which I successfully filled completely in one vomit motion. My sick managed to block the sink, and even my fingers down the plughole didn't manage to unblock the meal id enjoyed only a few hours before.
Being drunk, im quite proud of myself for successfully unblocking the sink using the measuring jug from the kitchen (girlfriend wasn't impressed) and then cleaning the sink and toilet with bleach.
I got up to be sick again around dinner time, and went back to bed until 4:30.
Id rate it was 9.25. It was one of those where you really dont know what to do with yourself and just want to curl up in a ball and die.
I couldnt rate my hangover yesterday, mainly due to teh fact I couldnt open my eyes, on that basis I give it a 9.5/10.
Sunday was a mess.. met a mate for drinks.. he said pop around about 1am.. we drunk at his for an hour before walking out of rostock to some rave thing in this old factory.. proper strange night.. 6-7 am before I got back absolutely shattered....
Not sure if it was just tiredness or hangover.. managed 4.5 miles last night... probably 7.5/10.. lots of walking involved helped.
6/10 after about 10pints with the rugby lads Saturday neet , felt pretty bad but forced myself a 9miler Sunday morning and the wind soon sorted me out!! needless to say after spending the day with my 2year old swimming etc I was ready for hair of the dog in the evening!
2.3 - 1 bottle of Victory Ale, I don't drink much and it dazed me. Felt rather fuzzy in the morning. Slept well though..
Saturday night involved lots of Carlsberg, Fat Frogs (awful tack, and expensive), tequila (awful tack, less expensive) and baby Guinnesses (harmless sweet shots with Tia Maria). Started late enough, around 10pm, finished around 3, but ate a bit before home so was more tired than shook yesterday.
Had a crap day today and kinda feel like I could do it all over again tonight, but might as well keep head down for last week of work before hols.
10/10 for NY Day. Came in at 4 bells in the morning, threw up, to bed. Up at 11 and spent next 6hrs wretching and throwing up bile and any liquid i ingested to try and rehydrate myself. I was at the bog every 20mins pretty much. Managed 3 fish fingers by 9pm after sipping warm water since 6pm. My headache still hasn't gone away yet, the very fabric of my body is poisoned beyond repair. I only had 8 bottles of real ale, it's the byproducts of fermentation that do it to me not the alcohol itself.
Yeh, but it was worth it right?