01 October 2009

Morning Vent, 1 October 2009

Well, I wrestled with Clan MacGregor... and I lost. I was sick as a dog when I woke up around 0330 hrs. Felt a bit better after some technicolor yawns. I've never drank that much Scotch in my life. The destination sucked -- but the trip there was pretty awesome. Don't think I'll be boozing again any time soon, tho. Still feeling a bit unsettled.

Being hung over is not the best way to start a day. I'm glad that it's a once in a moon thing. If I did that frequently, I think my head would explode like that dude from Scanners.

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