Urgh, I feel horrific and wake up wondering where the hell I am – a few of us had got together at Palm Springs for dinner and a 'few drinks' and I am too drunk to drive home, so I stay over. Either I am in my hosts' spare room, or their neighbour Kevin’s, or somewhere completely unknown: what I do know is that I am not in my own bed.
I'm at my friend Kevin's place and after a coffee, we all go for breakfast – I look horrific and I am pleased that the other Chris, who was also there last night, is also suffering so I don’t feel such a lightweight. However, all the others look fresh and completely normal, which is completely unfair: I was always under the impression that Asian's couldn’t hold their drink.Anyway, I head off after breakfast – well, after I get my car unclamped – bastards! I had left it in the visitor parking overnight, but clearly you are not allowed to do that. It was going to cost 100MYR, but managed to get them to give a 50% discount. That'll teach me.
I spend the rest of the day feeling sorry for myself on the sofa catching up on here and feeling bad that I haven’t been to the gym. I eventually get off my arse and spend an hour on the exercise bike, which makes me feel better.
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