The world rocks slightly, quite the contrary to … like when you lie in bed after a day of fun in the sea.
Thoughts fight to prioritise themselves (although this is rather normal for me) and your subconscious opens its floodgates upon the rest of the brain and you start smiling for no apparent reason.
You feel slightly happy, glad because there’s nothing to give a damn about any more. The beer can’s empty though. That’s a damn worth giving. You want happy, no beer no happy.
They badger you to start walking because we’re checking out of the chalet now. Getting up is a little tricky. Staggering left, staggering right, your footing is never sure. Damn still not given; noone’ll get hurt.
When eating? Still woozy. Not sure if it’s because I didn’t sleep or if it’s because I’m drunk.
Home? Still woozy. Thank God I live in the East. Tell mum “GUESS WHO’S DRUNK! :D”, take much needed cold shower.
Slam on bed. 7 hour nap, ho.
[I’ve gotta stop writing and alt-tabbing, dampens motivation like crazy]
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