I FINALLY got my grant. The cheque was lodged on Wednesday, and now all I have to do is wait for it to clear, and partytime!
My biology test yesterday wasn't a total catastrophe.
I am suffering one of the worst hangovers in living memory, having hit the pub at 4pm yesterday after said test, and drinking solidly for about 10 hours. I got back to the house, collapsed outside my bedroom door and lay there for a while, before deciding that my bed would be preferable to the threadbare carpet. I got up, swanned into the bedroom of one of my flatmates, announced that there was no way in hell I would be going into college later, and asked her to pick up some notes for me. With that, I fell into bed, and showed my appreciation for it by vomiting all over the sheets. Twice.
I have to work tomorrow, and I have a feeling that this aftermath from hell is going to extend into the second day. After work, I must get on a train to London to visit two friends of mine that I used to work with in Dublin, which means I have to do some of the preparation tonight. God help me.
This is the last time I am doing something like this, I swear.
About Me
- Denis
- After working with computers in Ireland for four years, I had a change of heart and hotfooted it across the pond to Brighton, gay capital of the UK, to study big hairy men and to try and get a degree in Pharmacy from the University of Brighton. I graduated, finished my pre-reg year, and am now working as a legal drug-dealer in the big smoke of London. Join me here in my adventures as I attempt to learn about as many drugs as possible during the day, and get entangled with as many bears as possible at night. I can be reached on gmail.com at denis.g.ryan
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