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A busy week, which I might write up at some point, ending last night in going to see Stewart Lee and others for free in the Museum of London with 3/4 of my flat, coming home via the offie to pick up a bottle of Jack, and sitting up setting the romantic world to rights. At some point, after we'd run out of lemonade, I went to replace it from the drinks cabinet, and found out that we now had two bottles of Fabulus, the original toffee and vodka liqueur (we didn't, someone had sensibly taken the one bottle out of the fridge). "Hah!" I said, "Who'd drink that?"
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So in summary I am massively massively hungover and even getting said liqueur out of my system as quickly as possible this morning (along with everything I'd eaten yesterday evening, which would be: nothing) hasn't much helped. OW. I went to have a shower in work at lunchtime and just lay down and fell asleep, waking up with the raised discs of the floor imprinted on my hands and chest.
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So in summary I am massively massively hungover and even getting said liqueur out of my system as quickly as possible this morning (along with everything I'd eaten yesterday evening, which would be: nothing) hasn't much helped. OW. I went to have a shower in work at lunchtime and just lay down and fell asleep, waking up with the raised discs of the floor imprinted on my hands and chest.
