You know you've gone too far when your waking thoughts are;
I'm going to die,
I'm going to vomit,
how did I get here?
You have to deal with first thing first, bent double you make it to the bathroom...after the retching and sometime during the sweating and groaning you notice the porcelain of the toilet bowl feels kind on your forehead and listening to the dripping cistern you vow... never again.
You make it to the sofa...but you know you won't be there long...
Your best friend phones. She tells you what you feared in your stomach, the information that was somewhere deep in your alcohol drenched nervous system...
you full on snogged the dentist's ugly friend, and she has the pictures.
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