magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Yes, last night I drank too much. I realised it was happening, and stopped drinking my last beer about half way through, but didn't hesitate when Adam handed me a shot on my way out. Knew for sure when I first woke up this morning. Buried my head under a pillow and tried to stay in bed as long as possible, which, aside from preventative measures—staying hydrated, or simply not drinking so much—is really the only thing to be done. And luckily this week I've got the leisure to do so.

Still hungover though. Forced some lunch into my stomach, and felt better while eating, but off again once I was done. Did drink a lot of water, which I'd noticed I hadn't really been doing since I was sick a few weeks ago, and which I know I really need to start doing more of anyway. More of the same with dinner; hangovers in my thirties have mostly become full-day affairs.

Watched some Australian television before bed. That seems to be this week's project, so expect more on the subject in a few days.