After updating last night, those bastards who'd said the party was over drove to my place and dragged me out to a KTV, saying that letting me go home had been a fucking "halftime break"!!! The moment we walked in, there were five bottles of Rémy Martin on the table. A few depth charges, mixed with plum wine, and then... I got carried home. I barely slept all night and spent the middle of the night hanging over the side of the bed, puking my guts out.
I lay in bed all day today and only got up because I was starving.
Then, after getting up, I realized the arm of my glasses was bent. I still have to go to an optician to get the frame replaced. No idea when it happened last night... Goddamn it, this is seriously annoying.
So I'm taking the day off to rest. Drinking too much really gives you a headache, like someone's drilling into your skull.
Tomorrow's Monday. Thinking about it, I don't have much work to do, so I should be able to make up four updates.
Sorry, everyone. This seemed to be the second time recently that drinking screwed things up. I'll try to restrain myself in the future and drink less.
Honestly, I basically never drink unless it's for social obligations, so my alcohol tolerance is terrible. Otherwise, how could these assholes have knocked me flat?