I quite like going to work still drunk.
However I don’t really like going to work drunk and then getting the instant hangover at work.
I was so drunk last night, that when I finally did get to sleep, I was not woken by my alarm for work 2 hours later; no, I wasn’t woken by the 2 phone calls from my boss; no, I was woken by Simo knocking on my door looking for some shoes and a hoody before I go to work. Good job he did.
I was so drunk I don’t remember eating breakfast, but a nutella smeared plate says otherwise.
I was so drunk I just had a 20 minute conversation with Martin going through the night together to try and remember what happened (with amusing discoveries of course).
So basically, I was drunk – and still was for most of my 8hr morning shift – and now I’m sober I think.
Now for a differnt subject. Cigarette are leathal, but their wrappers are worse. I got the worst of all paper cuts from a big box of B&H silvers today; right on the little bit of skin between your fingers. Ow!
I had to keep apologising to people as I got blood on their Sunday newspapers and bread.
So the next time you’re unwrapping 100 bensons, beware.
Shouldn't smoke such big cigarettes really...
