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"I'm still drunk"

I'm still drunk. I'm typing very slowly. I'm watching my hands as aI do so, because I don't trust them. I never have to watch my hnads, only what words appear on the screen, but today I am watching my hands. So far they appear to be behaving.

I'm still drunk. I went out last night. What did I do?

What did I do?!?

I went out at about half past eight. I had been expecting a drinking night in, but it had been changed to a drinking night out. I took three tubes of pringles and a few sweets. Two bottles of diet coke, a half bottle of vodka and two bottles pf the nastiest, sweetest sparkling wine you have even seen. To be honest, I'm not sure it was wine at all. It may have been a "sparkling perry" but the effect is still the same.

We (my mate and I) drank a bottle of red wine. Wine that he had bought in bulk from a man who brews wine because he doesn't have a license to9 sell alcohol. He sells you the wine kit, and he rents the storage for your wine till it's ready. He sells you the bottles, the labels. The fact that by the end of the process your product is alcoholic is purely coincidental.

Anyway, we drank his bottle of wine, and one and a half of mine, and the half bottle of vodka. Whilst we were drinking other associates arrived, ready to go out, assisting in our pre-drinking drinking. "It's what you drink, before you drink, to make you more drunk : )". One of the girls who turned up ate all the sweets, but then she didn't drink, and no one really cared. By the time we left his house I was well on my way to being drunk. We arrived at the club. I don't remember paying, I don't remember buying a single drink. I only remember being there. I remember other people buying drinks. I remember having a discussion with some guy, but I rememberit being pretty dull seeing as he already had my opinion, which everyone is entitled to.

I don't remember much else. I remember talking to people at various occasions. I don't remember leaving. This morning I had a text saying that I shouldn't go to pick up my stuff from my mates house because he had a migrane. I wouldn't blame him if he'd eaten all the pringles, but today I'm gonna stay away.

I seem to have an impression that last night was a good night, but to be honest I really don't remember. Right now I still feel drunk. I feel like I need to dfrink a lot of water. I might need to take a couple of paracetamol before I sober up and the hangover kicks in.

And I feel like I need to eat something. Maybe I'll make a trip down to the local greasy spoon. Maybe I'll meet up with the guys I went out last night. If I do, it'll be for lunch in a pub, but I gaurantee they won't be drinking alcohol. I'd bet they'd all be drinking pints of iron brew, because the novelty of having iron brew on tap hasn't worn off yet. I'd be drinking a pint of lemonade quite probably.

Or maybe I'll go back to bed awhile.
After all, I am still drunk.

I'm still drunk. I'm typing very slowly. I'm watching my hands as aI do so, because I don't trust them. I never have to watch my hnads, only what words appear on the screen, but today I am watching my hands. So far they appear to be behaving.

I'm still drunk. I went out last night. What did I do?

What did I do?!?

I went out at about half past eight. I had been expecting a drinking night in, but it had been changed to a drinking night out. I took three tubes of pringles and a few sweets. Two bottles of diet coke, a half bottle of vodka and two bottles pf the nastiest, sweetest sparkling wine you have even seen. To be honest, I'm not sure it was wine at all. It may have been a "sparkling perry" but the effect is still the same.

We (my mate and I) drank a bottle of red wine. Wine that he had bought in bulk from a man who brews wine because he doesn't have a license to9 sell alcohol. He sells you the wine kit, and he rents the storage for your wine till it's ready. He sells you the bottles, the labels. The fact that by the end of the process your product is alcoholic is purely coincidental.

Anyway, we drank his bottle of wine, and one and a half of mine, and the half bottle of vodka. Whilst we were drinking other associates arrived, ready to go out, assisting in our pre-drinking drinking. "It's what you drink, before you drink, to make you more drunk : )". One of the girls who turned up ate all the sweets, but then she didn't drink, and no one really cared. By the time we left his house I was well on my way to being drunk. We arrived at the club. I don't remember paying, I don't remember buying a single drink. I only remember being there. I remember other people buying drinks. I remember having a discussion with some guy, but I rememberit being pretty dull seeing as he already had my opinion, which everyone is entitled to.

I don't remember much else. I remember talking to people at various occasions. I don't remember leaving. This morning I had a text saying that I shouldn't go to pick up my stuff from my mates house because he had a migrane. I wouldn't blame him if he'd eaten all the pringles, but today I'm gonna stay away.

I seem to have an impression that last night was a good night, but to be honest I really don't remember. Right now I still feel drunk. I feel like I need to dfrink a lot of water. I might need to take a couple of paracetamol before I sober up and the hangover kicks in.

And I feel like I need to eat something. Maybe I'll make a trip down to the local greasy spoon. Maybe I'll meet up with the guys I went out last night. If I do, it'll be for lunch in a pub, but I gaurantee they won't be drinking alcohol. I'd bet they'd all be drinking pints of iron brew, because the novelty of having iron brew on tap hasn't worn off yet. I'd be drinking a pint of lemonade quite probably.

Or maybe I'll go back to bed awhile.
After all, I am still drunk.