Recovery

Today is the day I like to call the day after, the recovery, the aftermath if you will. After a night of excessive drinking, and yes it was excessive, as well as the occasional party slogan, I am currently attempting to be my usual chipper self while struggling with the symptoms of drinking. As John Wayne would say "I've a touch of hangover...Don't push me!" As such, I am in the avoidance stage of homework, yet again, as I replay the comical events of last night in my mind. It was for a good cause, really. My friend's birthday (Happy Birthday, by the by) as well as my big brother's visit and introduction to the colourful cast of characters I call my friends. After many many drinks, and experiences that I promised never to forget (a promise I kept, although the memory is a bit befuddled) I have decided that a good time was had indeed. So I suppose all of the headache-y tired, hungover-ness is well deserved. Doesn't make it better though. More strangeness yet to come.