Discussion in 'Moopy Moop' started by ButterTart, Feb 6, 2020.
I'm really quite hungover.
On a WEEKDAY?
I'm a STUDENT.
Popped a Zopiclone for the first time in a while last night - 9 hours uninterrupted kip. Do I feel great? No, I'm woozy and I've got a weird taste in my mouth. Did I got for a walk for an hour or so to try and shake it off. Yes. Did it work. Meh, no.
Will I pop another tonight? Hell yeah.
I’m back on the poxy Diazepam and frankly I just feel BLANK. Also I keep waking up with the slight horrors. What fun!
Also I had the whole IT’S VERY ADDICTIVE sermon from the GP, like almost everything I do ISN’T (which I did point out )
Diazepam's a bastard for giving folk the fear.
It isn’t really making any difference anyway and I can’t say that a life of benzos is every dream realised
Nah, fine for recreational purposes but fuck them otherwise.
While this hangover is far from the worst. I do feel woefully fragile.
I think I tweaked my body from sleeping wrong and I have weird aches everywhere. That or I’m having a heart attack.
Hangovers are getting progressively more atrocious for me the older I get. Whether I’ve had two drinks or ten, I’m still a feeble mess of guilt and shame for at least the next two days.
If you know there's going to be guilt and shame anyway, you might as well have a lot of drinks and blot them out for a few hours. That's the way I look at it anyway.
Guilt and shame? I don’t think I know what that means.
@Rita just washes it all away with Baileys on her Corn Flakes
It was 2 bottles of wine with a friend earlier. Had to send a taxi to pick up my son from school. I am now in a taxi back ready to pick up a takeaway for my kids tea.
Ooh you are AWFUL
GREETINGS FROM WARSAW AGAIN
Where I've had a day of bashing my head against a BRICK WALL so I've bought a tub of ice cream, some crisps and a large baguette and I'm going to sit in my pants and get fat watching Netflix.
Now my old flat might be UNRECOGNISABLE from when I moved out in 2001 but I see MY INFLUENCE LIVES ON
That or it's fallen into the hands of RELIGIOUS CRANKS
I’m picturing Cathy from Two Doors Down.
Those key hooks are rather bizarrely placed, unless the occupants are very, very small. Also you’d have to be TERRIBLY THIN to squeeze into that dining chair in the corner
So that's what those things are. DWARVES FOR JESUS it is then. Ground floor, I SHOULD HAVE GUESSED
My MOTHER wants to celebrate her 70th birthday by having a SILENT DISCO
I am UNDERSTANDABLY BEMUSED
It'll END IN TEARS that's all I'm going to say
The mental image I have right now is as disturbing as it is delightful.
Is it a disco with no talking allowed? Or a disco with dancing but no music? Can we all come?
t'ss that thing where everyone wears headphones.
I worked the bar during a silent disco once. Genuinely bizarre - all you hear is shuffling, and even then they’re all dancing to different songs.
I have been to one and I must say I rather enjoyed it.
Do they SHOUT their drink orders at you?
Sadly they take their headphones off for that.