What's that smell?
Thursday. On this particular Thursdayy night there was a lot of alcohol, and most of it was consumed by yours truly. I slept like a baby, literally, you know the way babies vomit on themselves? Well I did just that in my bed.

Woke up Friday morning, reeking of vom. Woke up late for an important, obligatory tutorial. No time for shower/bath. Had to hastily wash face and apply a heck of a lot of aftershave to hide the smell.

Sat in the tutorial ten minutes, saying nothing. Left to 'use the bathroom'. Didn't return for 40 minutes as hugging toilet bowl chucking up even more liquid. (the tutor even sent a fellow student in to check on me, poor bastard - the smell in the toilet was horrific).

But that's not where it ends. Rather than head home to wash, I had to row in a 2000m time trial. Couldn't let the team down (although, honestly it would have been better had I not even turned up_. The sweat caused the smell to pulse from my skin, my entire rowing crew complained.

And finally, we crossed the line in the boat, everyone puffed out. Except me, I just leaned over the side of the boat and chucked my guts once more for good times' sake. And my fit as f**k coach was there waiting for us, and thought me to be the worst, most unfit weakling.

And all because I wanted to get p*ssed.

Gave up drinking that Friday I did.

Needless to say took it back up on Sunday.
(CustardCar is riding the back. with a hat., Fri 20 Aug 2004, 18:53, Reply)