I’m currently lying in bed, writing this knowing I have to get up for work in 7 hours. my stomach is rumbling because I have a hangover caused by partying with my 19 year old cousin and her mates. I say that as though I had to try to keep up with them- nope-they went home way before I did- I just stayed out until the very end. My feet are sore and I still have about 4 stamps on my hand from the clubs, as well as a smudged version on my left cheek (clearly id used my right hand as a pillow last night). I did feel old, I didn’t have my ID with me but when I told them I was 32, they believed me. I also wasn’t wearing next to nothing and screaming like a banshee to get into places.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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