Yesterday, I thought it was Monday. The whole day.
And I spent the day talking utter nonsense about killer bunny rabbits.
Now ordinarily I disguise my true nature at work because it would probably get me fired but yesterday I was too hungover to be anywhere near being able to act.
It was awful…but what led to the hangover was even more awful.
On Monday, it was my old man’s 60th birthday – the man’s a dick but I still have to celebrate it right? So for this landmark occasion my mother wanted to do something speshul…which ended up involving us going to Stardust in Rondebosch for a jolly good time with family and friends.
Well there were 12 of us…and only four of us looked like we were having even a remotely good time.
And that is why I proceeded to drink every martini they had on their menu and a fishbowl. By myself. A whole fishbowl. It was like I was 17 again…but now I have to work and can’t handle the after effects.
Then it was half way through the day and a few myprodol later when I thought “yep, this is why I stick to weed”. Ironically, a substance that is illegal and yet…much less dangerous than alcohol. Whatever so be it.
And all of this is a blah blah blah. What was I even saying?
Fuckit. My mad cow kicked in.
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