I thought my post MOS feeling was bad, but a fun filled saturday of drinking and more drugs to stay up led to a rather dismal crash at 8am this morning.
Right now, words dont help .. you all probably have a fair idea of what sort of pain this is. I think my brain may file for divorce very soon if i dont try fix our relationship.
I'm not used to friday night shennanigans, its like having two sundays of messyness.
I dont want to look in my handbag, for fear of what is or isnt in there.