So who decided that once you turn 25 you will become hungover after drinking about 30-50% of what it used to take to reduce you to that state, and that the hangover in question would also be about 5 times worse?
Friggin body. Stupid aging. Annoying hangover that stole my precious Saturday. Lame lame lame.
Oh well. Every cloud has a silver lining, I guess - this reinforces further my resolution not to drink during the week. Though honestly, in this case it's more of a pewter lining at best. Silver plated, maybe.
Tomorrow I must lead two 50-minute discussions on Ezra Pound's Cantos. This will also be the second time ever I meet with my students.
So it's gonna be a busy Sunday.
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