Hear Hear for Boredom

God I feel terrible. My throat is sore and it's agony to speak, my leg muscles ache from too much dancing after the gym yesterday at Cheeky Monkeys. My head feels like it's stuffed full of straw, and I don't care how many of you say you think it was to begin with, this feeling is not nice. No, I'm not trying to fish for sympathy (although a little sympathy would be welcome), I just can't think why I feel so terrible.

I wasn't drunk last night, I drank lots and lots of water before bed, had a good meal. I didn't throw up or anything, in fact, I was the one trying to keep a few of my friends upright and out of the way of passing cars as we waited for those not upright to finish throwing up. Maybe it's the hot ramen I had this afternoon, the chilli melting a hole in my tonsils. But oddly, Wan has a bad sore throat too. I'm suspecting the air in the club must have been a little more polluted than I thought.

Then again, perhaps this is just what I get from trying to get through a day with only two hours of sleep the night before. I think I've had enough of having the happening party lifestyle for a while. It's too expensive and gets stale after the first few weeks. And if feeling the way I am now is the price to pay for a club with RnB music to dance to, I think I'll take a chance with my boring old lifestyle.