On Sunday morning I wake up with the kind of pounding headache that no amount of hangover-sex is going to cure. But there is no hangover-sex on the cards, it turns out, as I lie there with my eyes hanging out of their sockets on long red stalks. Instead, I spend the day moaning and shivering in bed, eating ibuprofen and grinding my teeth.
By about 4pm I've talked myself into believing that this 'headache' is, in fact, some kind of 'leak', and the space between my skull and my brain is filling up with a toxic fluid that will most likely kill me within the hour. I don't know how feasible a 'brain-leak' is, or if it even exists, but you know what I'm like — I can be quite convincing when I need to be.
Luckily, I manage to nod off again, despite my imminent death, and when I wake up in the early evening I find that Bjarni has ordered a pizza, and I start to feel a bit better.
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Moaning and shivering, with a leaky brain, followed by pizza.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like sex to me. Maybe I've been doing it wrong.
On Saturday night I woke up with a headache that made me think brain leak too. I thought I was going to die, but the pain was so bad I thought death would have been a relief. It was of course just the onset of a horrendous hangover.
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ReplyDeleteAnd you wonder why I didn't want to go out on Friday night...the leaky brain pandemic of '07 is known to be more invasive in secret pubs centered in and around Dublin. Health and safety first.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on being done with your first term, Annie! And I hope your head feels better a.s.a.p.
ReplyDeleteaw, true lurve.
ReplyDeleteHangover sex. Why have I never heard of this?
ReplyDeleteThat was a close escape, Annie. I'd say we nearly lost you. Well done for hanging in.
ReplyDeleteHangover sex is great. If you like lots of moaning and groaning that is.
ReplyDeleteHangover sex - boy, you're tough! I can just about manage hangover cup-of-tea-making. Impressed!
ReplyDeleteOh my God, a toxic brain-leak, what a horrifying thought! Now look what you've done, I won't be able to forget the idea and I'll be refusing every glass of alcohol for fear of my brain pouring out of my eyeballs. You horrid horrid girl.
ReplyDeleteI feel much better now, and am ready to tackle alcohol again, only in smaller doses this time. Thank you all for your concern at my imminent death.
ReplyDeleteGreen Tea and Yum Cha -- works every time.
ReplyDeleteBut then you have to be somewhat resourceful when you don't have a ready supplier of hangover sex. *sniff*