Bloody awful. Woke up this morning at 7.30am feeling absolutely fine. Watched MOTD, showered, had a bit of brekkie, then off to uni to do what, I thought, would be a decent day's worth of revision before watching the football later.
Flashforward to 12: No work done, headache, sick, and seemingly sweating alcohol from every pore. I've just had a go at remedying this with a cheese + onion baguette, with a couple of scotch eggs purchased in case SHIT GETS REAL.
So yeah, not a fan. Would have preferred to feel shit til 12 then have a crack afterwards.
Your preference? The feeling of the end of the world for a morning before it all clears up, like the death of a tropical storm seeing the most beautiful clear sky; or having a general feeling of 'urrrrrrrrrr' all day and telling yourself to mtfu?