Sometimes I really love hangover days. It’s mainly because nobody expects you to do anything other than mope about the house feeling sorry for yourself. (Today I moved house in my state, I was fairly impressed)
I’ve given into my sense of lethargy and have been in bed for the past 2 hours – when put in context of the time (2:15pm) it’s obvious that the day has been wasted. In a good way I think.