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Day 221
Tuesday 4th April 2017 10:57
OH. MY. GOD.
Going back to Triton's last night was a total mistake.
Not only did I consume more vodka than I have blood in my body, I also did something very stupid that, at the time seemed like a good idea but now I am regretting it.
Since the outbreak started I've got myself into some pretty embarrassing and uncomfortable predicaments but last night was something new altogether. I'm really not sure I should ever drink again.
I'm staying in my chalet all day and I'm not going outside. I don't want to see or speak to anyone. If anyone has any complaints they can just f*ck off. Not only am I hungover, dehydrated and feeling as rough as a badger's arse, I just can't face anyone and I think I'm going to be sick . . .
OK . . . I've just been sick. I can only assume that the amount of alcohol I drank, mixed with the thought of swallowing Benjamin's toenails and spunk, combined with my mortifying behaviour last night, has given me a bit of a stomach bug.
I'm going back to bed.
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