I Am Not Hungover

Especially not still at 5pm. There is something more. I was poisoned, by death spores. No really. Big ones. They had boots on and piercings and used colourful langauge. I think they boosted my liver.

See, this is why I'm a role model to the youth.

Alright, screw this for a sack of beavers. I'm going down to Harry's.