The Day After

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Woke up at 7.45am with a terrible hangover. Sat in the bed in pyjamas staring with bleary eyes at my reflection trying to figure out where is the fat girl that he sees. Poked my belly a few times. Flexed my leg muscles, flexed my guns. Woke Lola up with tomfoolery. Looked at the orange and purple leaves outside my window.

I still don't see a girl with 'weight' issues. I actually think I even do 'hangover hair' pretty well, so I make coffee and get my ass in gear.

Make the discovery that writing comedy in the morning with a hangover is the best cure for a bad mood ever.