Not to be overly dramatic or anything – but I am in hangover hell.
Being three sheets to the wind seemed funny at 1.30am last night when the Boyf was trying to waltz me round the hallway while singing ‘if you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world..’, but it aint so funny now.
And actually it was less funny just after the Boyf smashed his little toe into the bed frame and then trod blood into 4 splodges on the carpet before I walked in and pointed out his injury. Removing said splodges from the carpet while starting to feel a bit sick was the kind of thing you only do for someone you love.
