horrible morning

Been working quite a bit recently, was on medication for two weeks due to laser surgery and then went out for a pint which turned into many many more after a long day without eating. Smart move on the whole. Being pissed in the middle of the week when there is a pile of work to be finished is a great move. Or perhaps I am getting old or just sad for not being able to do it like during my first university years. I remember meeting this Finnish guy in Aberystwyth, Pasi, there for an exchange who drank nearly every night, like a sponge, but who only suffered one hangover in the whole semester. How unfair is that? Whereas the hardcore alcoholic that I am, two glasses or pints and I can feel it the next morning.
Yeah, I know, moan, moan, moan. But I feel like my grandmother this morning and its a hard one to shake. OK, something positive, then. I passed out at 9.30 pm last night curled up on my bed in all my clothes after throwing my mobile underneath the cupboard and smashing my knee on the end of my bed, only to wake up over 12hrs later in the same position. Perhaps I needed the sleep! Now wasn't that a hell of a lot more positive?
As I am a sarcastic Finn by nature, sometimes my sense of humour, maintaining that I have one, is totally misunderstood or taken as an insult. The other day an American girl was knocking on the door of the postgraduate suite, as she does not have access yet, I went over and opened the door. She asked me why she has no access and I have access and I told her that she did not have it because she is American. She had a look of hate in her eyes....


1st prisoner: What are you in for?
2nd prisoner: I said something nasty about Comrade Popov in 1937. And you?
1st prisoner: I said something nice about Comrade Popov in 1938.
2nd prisoner: and what about you, comrade?
3rd prisoner: I am Comrade Popov