The day after a night out always starts with me saying the same thing to anyone who is listening. ‘I am never ever ever ever doing that again’ that referring to drinking far too much. But then a few days later I go out and do the exact same thing and the next morning, whether it be a lecture or a saturday, will involve me feeling a lot like a zombie. Brilliant. I know the health hazards etc but hey I’m at uni. You only live once right? Sorry Mr Liver I’ll stop soon I promise.
Home soon for Christmas. Literally so excited! We’ve decorated the flat and bought advent calendars and everything! Fun fun fun. Since being a child I think this is the first time I’ve ever been so hyped for it. I think it’s because I’m no longer at home and the prospects of going home and eating food I’ve not had to pay for and sleeping all day are overwhelmingly amazeballs.
Cherishing my film nights in with the wife but I’m a sucker for a good parDy. Oh youth. You’re killing me.