Normally on a Sunday I would be stressing at this moment, as it would no doubt have been my 6th of the day and 20-somethingth of the weekend. But thanks to a lack of funds and a new found sense of boringness that has manifested itself since October, it is my 3rd. Something much nicer about relaxing on my bed, beer in hand and watching the football, than forcing pint after pint of water down my neck in a desperate attempt to avoid waking in the middle of the night with sweats, dehydration and heart palpatations... Being old and boring rocks.
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