I don’t normally get fast food after I’ve been out, but getting a pizza at 2am seemed like good idea at the time (like sending drunken text messages, it’s only the next day when you regret it). Today’s pizza regret comes in the form of the shits. I’ve already spent half of today on the toilet, I swear I’ve lost about 1/2 a stone in the past 5 hours!
I won’t learn my lesson because I think a few months ago the same place and same pizza done the same to me last time too.
“Can I have a hot and spicy pizza, with extra laxatives please?”
Like a dog which needs house training, I’ll just have to rub my nose in the pizza until I’ve learnt my lesson. I think it’s passed now (in more ways than one) and I’m all solidified up again.
In other news, even though I woke up at 7.30am, I was hangover free. Not sure what’s going on there, something isn’t right! Tempted to go the pub today, but it’s a guaranteed certainty that if I do I won’t be hangover free for work tomorrow.