So it's christmas eve. A day that should be spent with friends and family getting excited about tomorrows tasty turkey trimmings and feeling up the presents under the tree playing the guessing game because lets be honest, no one likes a surprise. I however, unlike theses sensible human beings I speak of, have spent the morning with my head hung over the toilet vomming up a combination of strawberry sambuca (WHY!?) and rum. As I write this I am patiently waiting for my parents to go on their traditional christmas country walk so I can vom some more in peace without my mother yellin at me through the bathroom door how 'silly I am' and how alcohol clearly 'doesn't agree with me'. To an extent, she has a point. So here I am, trying to keep the vom down until the coast is clear, feeling sorry for myself.
Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you're all enjoying your day. I'm not. Bah Humbug!