hangovers...need to die.

I was painting my nails last night...and I had my door shut...so I got a little bit high on all the fumes.
Then I went to sleep.
So today I woke up with my very first hangover. Joy. Puffy-eyed, dry-mouthed, head-throbbing joy.
I'm never going to drink alcohol. Christ. My head still hurts. And I've been kinda crabby all day.
And I had freaking Music Fest practice today. Fucking great. Half the time I was standing next to this girl with this horrible, horrible screechy voice. I was so close to slapping her.
It was kinda funny though, in a way. I mean, I'm singing in the church, churchy songs, and I'm hungover. Woohoo.
Anyway. A word to the wise; if you're painting your nails at night, LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN.
xoxo
olivia.
February 15th, 2008 at 11:52pm