So come Mondat morning we all sat around being apthetic and dead in the hazy sunshine of college under glass. I think I had more excuse than others.
As it turns out, party (fantastic, great people, great place, lovely Pet and Realise and everything great), late night bus ride [/******** scallies), six hours sleep (where in bad dreams come to hunt me), day at work (and the world is bad and customers should all die in fiery flaming pits of burning fat and Simon is an angel is chef's clothing), Rueben gig (brilliant and they were so good, just wanting to shout "No I don't feel so ******** good" for the rest of my life), the dead drive home (wherein Adam's car died many times), waking up 3am by sound of falling glass (as pictures fell in the hall and images of broken metal trays), coupled with alcohol on an empty stomach was not a good combination.
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Silvan Arown Elendal · Tue Jun 07, 2005 @ 11:09am · 4 Comments |