I actually had a hangover this morning. I foolishly went on the town with my ex (when he tried to... get his leg over... I told him no, and he stormed off in a huff... what a jerk... but that's not for here!), slipped over in the pub toilets, came back, threw down my glass, and went off crying, wondering why the main religions don't see eye-to-eye.

The headache's gone, but I've got a bad bruise on my left arm, and my wrists and back ache quite badly; I may sue.