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[rhd323]

Nothing like a nasty hangover and completely wasted day to remind you what a fucking tool you were the night before. (There are some other things to remind me, but I'd like to keep a little bit of pride.)

At least the self-loathing has subsided. Kinda . . .

Best hangover cure meal: Buttered english muffin, 3 scrambled eggs, half a bag of tator tots smothered in ketchup. And multiple quarts of water.

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[aenima11.livejournal.com]

any injuries to report? :)

[baristababe.livejournal.com]

Injuries to my pride. But otherwise, bruise free. :)

[gripesofwrath.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, I want details.

[baristababe.livejournal.com]

Nothing terribly exciting, but I'll tell you about it when we talk next.

[wyntermoonwolf.livejournal.com]

This typically tends to piss people off with hangovers in that I've never suffered from one.

And I've tried. Oh yes.

I wake up with what I call anti-hangovers - I feel better the next morning.

It does have it's cons though - I sober up fast. It's a real bitch if I want to get drunk because I have to get really drunk in order to stay drunk.

I think I'm gonna install a liquor cabinet one day. I've got a media program installed on my HTPC (Home Theater PC) called "Beyond Media". One of the plug-in's I've installed is a program that'll display drinks for whatever ingredients you have handy. It's called "Beyond Drunk".

[baristababe.livejournal.com]

Jesus. Seriously? Lucky bastard.

[wyntermoonwolf.livejournal.com]

I got tricked into drinking a quarter bottle of Everclear one night while I was in the Air Force living in the dorms. I have a few moments of lucidity from that night and I wondered where the hell the trash can with puke came from and why my underwear was dry (funny story, all told). But I showed up at 8 am the next morning for the March of Dimes, bright eye'd and bushy tailed feeling great with a clear headed, much to everyone's amazement who saw me blitzed.

Tequila did give me the closest thing to a hangover I've ever had. Military dorm life again, having to do a double-shot of Tequila in order to take a swing at a pinata. From neck to ass, I felt like last weeks leftovers. Head was fine though.

They call it tokillya for a reason.

[baristababe.livejournal.com]

I am completely, and utterly, amazed. People would kill to be able to recover like that . . .

[kittydelight.livejournal.com]

I have a bad feeling about this one!