... is that you just keep on drinking, for hours and hours, and then you tell your (long-suffering and terribly patient) spouse to come on in and have a beer rather than drive you home so you can cook him dinner. And so he does, and is very polite having to sit with a bunch of slightly inebriated work mates who are talking a load of shit he's got no idea about. And then you end up making him take you to the nice Thai place on Darling St because, to be perfectly honest, you don't really feel like cooking tea at 9:30 and you'd probably burn yourself anyway .......... I'm babbling, bedtime I think.
O, and its been raining for DAYS I'm a bit over it now.
Friday, December 12
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HAHAHAHAHA! Awesome.
When you start early, you HAVE to keep drinking so you don't notice how cruddy your head feels.
*Clink!*
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