Why haven't I grown up yet?

The last thing I remember from yesterday is peeing on some nettles. Then I woke up. In between I've apparently been vomitting like a firehose, seeing as my clothes and the mattress I was sleeping on are hanging outside to dry. My cellphone also tells me I've called up some chicks, which probably isn't a good thing judging from the state I was in last night.

I thought I didn't do these things anymore.

 

Don't tell me you've been drinking since you got on the train to Göteborg?

 

I drank when I got on the train back home. Go figure.

 

In high school I got to the point I measured time and space in beer cans - as in 'it took 3 beers until you got your ass here !' and 'this ain't a long way, a six pack a head should do'. Now I don't travel that much, I spill less this way.

 

Good thinking.

Unfortunately, the people I went to Gothenburg with were all coughing and sneezing and producing amazing amounts of mucus, and this morning when the train arrived in Umeå it occurred to me that my immune system had finally given the fat lady permission to sing. So apart from being somewhat hungover, I have now caught a cold that would likely kill an elephant. I don't have a thermometer so I don't know if I have fever or not, but the world has been gently rocking all day and that can't be good.

Naturally, we're now getting the first really warm summer days we've had this summer. Just my luck.

Hopefully, liberal amounts of Procol Harum and Thin Lizzy might work as a remedy.

 

You should think more about giving then taking - what did they get from you in return? Are they even still alive ?