Past couple days have been really nice. Yesterday I watched Marie Antoinette with my girlfriend and her cousin and I thought it was pretty good, however you can tell that the director of it came from quite a privileged background because of the lack of France and their awful awful austerity. The day before that was awful however.
The evening before I was throwing up everywhere. The sink, the shower, the toilet, it was incredible that I managed to clean it all up within the same timespan as well. It was bloody horrific. I felt awful for my girlfriend and I ended up crying so much about everything that was going on with my friends back in London as well as her having to take care of me. She was awfully tired, all she wanted to do was go back to bed but she was looking after a man vomiting his heart out because he'd drunk way too much.
Never put sourz in beer.
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