Sunday, 22 February 2004

Pork Cutlet Mishaps

The subway takes seconds when you're drunk but an eternity when you're hungover.

I woke up at noon today, with a thundering headache that soon progressed to nausea. My room was stiflingly hot and a little smoky and I realised after a while it was because my pork cutlet was still cooking. Upon getting home at 8am this morning, I'd started to fry a pork cutlet, before passing out due to drunkenness. So my pork cutlet cooked to a crisp in that four hours, and made my room unbearable to be in.

I got somewhat drunk last night. A fun night, though with no stories of real note.

I forgot to mention that in that dream I had, the girl's name was Somerfield, as in the UK supermarket of rapidly fading popularity.

I feel like dancing like an absolute maniac.

That's all for now.

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