Its all shite.....

So, i went out last night,

Thats not the problem, the problem is that 2 beers turned into five. And since i vowed never to drink cider again, those five pints were 'wife beater' or Stella to anyone who has never been in a pub.

As a direct result of my elongated 'quick' beer i felt guilty as sin, mainly because i had promised Tart a night in. Good food, good wine, good TV.....all these things were on the cards. But no, i went out and got drunk instead........knob.

But this is the killer.....i feel like shit this morning. Not in the form of a hangover, i just generally feel poo. But, because of my drinking no one belives that i might possibly, actually, for real life, be ill. So now, here i sit wanting to throw my guts up......and that isn't a pleasant sensation at all. And what annoys me most is the fact that my best mate is coming to visit tomorrow....to fucking morrow........and i'm ill. Joy.

So, as the title of this suggests......It really is all shite.