Why do we do it to our selves?

Fuck me i feel like a piece of dogshit warmed up in a microwave then dumped unstudiously behind the couch.
at least if i was it would be dark.
Last night apon returning to the abode that ros and i call home i saw that my nieghbors in #1 were having some sort of party / drinks which i was quickly invited to.
First bad move of the night.
Second bad move was taking a bottle of plonk and a 3/4 empty bottle of scotch.
Much fun was had and when ros came home she came over for a bit, then it was bed time.
FUCK ME I AM THE LIVING DEAD.
well if only, as the living dead wouldnt feel pain, casue u know they are dead.
I sure wont be having much booze friday night.
ahhhh ze pain.
Plus to make it worse when i got up this morning (7am) i had to quickly knock out the house work i actauly put off last night to go get pissed.
ahhhhhhhh
On a lighter side of life, the buttered side one would call it.
if one was the queen, and one had a fetish for saying "one" and butter.
The said neighbor has recently aquaried broadband.
which means i will set him up with a wireless router, then i will aqquaire broadband.
The time is nigh!