Hangovers.

I feel so rough it's quite unbelievable. Last night we did a sort of 'Hello and my name is' drinking session with a girl from the house down the road (who we know), myself, and one other of my housemates here. That's fine in and of itself, but for some reason I decided it would be a good idea to drink for 8 hours straight... finally got to about 4.15 and I was a total corpse. Woke up this morning at 10 to my hideous alarm. Snoozed it until 10.56 and then decided I'd best get up. Why?! Bacon bagel, and coffee. That's why.

Lush.

Street party in a few hours and then burritos for dinner. Win.