Urgh...well. I've been clean-living for the past few games - haven't gone clubbing or been drinking once. But old habits die hard I guess. I woke up this morning with the mother of all hangovers, and I think she's pregnant. I have no memory of last night, but also no memory of any other night, or day for that matter. My throat feels like a cat's litter tray (in more ways than one), my stomach is churning like a turbocharged washing machine on a spin cycle, and my head is full of little goblins pounding on fricking drums.
This pounding is not helped by the fact that there's someone yelling outside my window about how they don't know who they are. I know who you are. Right now, you're the bane of my bloody existence, and I want you gone. Vote Strikingwolf for being noisy around hungover people.