necrosis

Last night was one of those nights where tallying up your drinks the next day (and the amount of time spent consuming said drinks) leads to feeling like a stupid asshole instead of a super-awesome party animal. In one night, two of my friends got married and another had her 21st. Festivities started at 4 PM, and ended somewhere around 1:30/2 AM with me drinking after getting home and watching the Micallef Program. Yeah.

My face hurts.