What's the point not drinking if you're still going to feel like shit the next day?

[f4f3]

Maybe it was a dodgy curry, or maybe my egg roll was underdone, but I'm feeling distinctly dodgy this morning. I feel like the the odds are as high as 50/50 that I'll vomit midway through any given conversation.

Dilemma is: do I head for the cottage, 90 miles away where there is no one but me, or 150 miles back down to Newcastle to be in the bosom of family? At the moment I'm thinking of option 3, which is curl up beneath the desk...

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[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Under the desk. Now breathing shallowly - might head out in search of medicine.

[morgaine-x.livejournal.com]

I vote for chemist, water and a later decision as to travel.

[morgaine-x.livejournal.com]

And, of course, sympathies. (The thought etc etc!)

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Yeh, yeh, give us deh fooking droogs...

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan.

I have a task here I want to finish, so we'll see.