ALL KILLER, NO FILLER.

Last night.

Fucking hell. I have never felt so low. Jesus Christ.

Went out to a pub/club called Joshua Brooks, alright night like. Drank a fair bit, nothing out of the ordinary.

Went home at about 3am, felt right as rain, had a game of fifa then hit the bed. 

After about a minute I spew up fucking everywhere. Like, everywhere.

I wake up and in a panic I rush to the bathroom but by the time I got there, I was finished. Go back into my room to see my friend next to a pile of what can only be described as, sick pizza. I realise that I could not sleep in the sick covered sheets so I decide itd be a good idea to go down to the laundry room and clean them all. Only to find you need to buy a top up card to use it. Me and my flatmate also realised we needed some washing up tablets or some shit otherwise it would defeat the object. So we went to spar at 5am. People were getting their fucking breakfast man, and i had sick down my face trying to find something to wash my shit up with.

Spent £4 on washing up shit, come back, I buy not 1, but 2 top up cards and end up using 2 machines. I forgot to put the tablets in one so me and my mate tried prizing the door open, shoving as much of this crumpled tablet in as we could. They must of seen us on CCTV, unbelievable. My mattress and floor was also covered in it, so in my infinite wisdom, I grab some radox mint shower gel and a handbrush and fucking squirt it everywhere.

I wake up this morning to find that my room smells of minty pizza sick. Why the fuck did that have to happen? I had to wonder why I didnt just go to the bathroom straight away. 

Fucking hell.