It’s been a busy weekend for me and for the first time in a long time I’ve managed two big nights out in a row. Both Friday night and Saturday on the lash, pissing it all up and not climbing into bed until the early hours. Friday night (Saturday morning) it was about 0130. Saturday night (Sunday morning) closer to 0400. Yesterday was Easter Sunday, so happy Jesus rose from the dead like a vampire or something day to all you deluded people out there. I slept until midday and then got trailed around relatives and friends for my sins. Wasn’t all that bad though, if I’m honest.
Anyway, the point of all this is now I feel like hell. Got a rasping sore throat. I want to open it up and scratch it. My throat feels itchy. Coughing hurts, swallowing is going that way too. My nose is blocked and I feel impatient about minor shit like Jen asking me to empty the bin (YOU empty the bin – but why get upset? Just do it, Alan). It’s a side effect of feeling crap. Jenny says it’s because I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. I guess she may have a point in that explanation. That aligned with the smoky atmosphere of the local clubs have conspired to turn my usually healthy self into a whiny, achy, sniffling hunk of flesh.
Speaking of flesh, my Mum told me yesterday that I’m putting weight on. It can only mean I’m turning into a fat bastard. I guess I better think about thinking about doing something about that. Maybe.
Whatever, anyway, I’m playing Rome: Total War again. Supreme Commander has been shelved. Must get back to it.
