In my twenties, I’d drink like a loon and get up the next day, quite the thing. In my thirties, I could drink like a loon, but write-off the next day. Now I occasionally drink like a loon, but we’re looking at a 72 hour recovery period. Hilarious. Maybe that’s why we drink less as we get older, mostly.
And last night it struck me: only two weeks left at home afore duty calls and I’m away to Libya again. Really hilarious.
I notice Libya and The Magic Kingdom are having a row.
Meanwhile, Gypsy sent me this. Funny, but a bit disturbing.