Tired, shattered, and mildly battered

Hungover is the morning state, and the state of hate that shall wait for no man. Or something. So we(the lads) decided to see Hellboy 2, God, Jesus, Zeus, FSM and Xenu knows why, but we did. It was meh. Not particularly good, not really bad, it just existed in suspense in the no-mans land of forgettable big budget films. Better than slicing our genitals with rusty razors though. We returned triumphant to begin the BBQ, lots of nice meat but I stayed off the alcohol as I thought it was the best course of action for my stomach. , Cory and Hessam turn up. Nice. Home to sleep in bed for first night, room total mess but sorted a bit.


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