Yeah, I feel totally dancer. STILL.
Fridaynight at Molly Malone’s was a blast, but I have to wonder what the hell I was thinking when I thought it was a good idea to down six pints of cider. Cider SUCKS when it comes out above, by the way.

So Saturday was spent hugging the toilet pot and sleeping twenty hours out of twenty-four, unfortunately. I didn’t keep anything down all day long

Today I feel better, but I lost two kg and I have the energy level of a wet rag. Am cautiously eating and drinking again to get my strength back, tomorrow’s a big day. So I gotta feel human again.

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