Ugh

[gothwalk]

Last night was a work night out. I should know by now that drinking when I'm not entirely well anyway is a bad idea. The hangover was very very bad, but I was holding together pretty well until I got to Dun Laoghaire Dart Station, and there was a strong smell of rotten milk. I had to sprint out of the station - which was nearly as bad, with the headache - and lean against a wall and breathe deeply for a bit. A small dog seemed very concerned about me, as did his owner, who, apart from having a dog, closely resembled Mad Hettie in Sandman. I escaped after a few minutes of explaining that no, it was just a hangover, I'd be fine, and there was really no need to pray to any of the saints for me.

Having gotten to work and sat down where things are not moving and there are no strange smells - just coffee - I'm starting to feel much better.

Comments

[branwynelf.livejournal.com]

A small dog seemed very concerned about me, as did his owner, who, apart from having a dog, closely resembled Mad Hettie in Sandman.


For some reason, probably due to it being 3am and me being very tired yet awake, that sentence has me in giggle fits.

*tries to giggle quietly so as not to wake up children*

[d2leddy.livejournal.com]

Ouch. I haven't had a hangover since 1989. You have renewed my interest in avoiding one. Thanks, Drew. Heh.

[gothwalk.livejournal.com]

Anytime... they're not usually this bad.

Hangovers

[wyvernfriend.livejournal.com]

Look on the bright side at least you weren't sick!!

Re: Hangovers

[gothwalk.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I was *this* close. Rotten milk isn't exactly a smell I'm fond of at the best of times...