Beer is evil. Went out for drinks after work to celebrate my last day at work. Drank a fair amount of beer, then moved to a different pub where I ran into an old schoolfriend. Spent a long time arguing about films with him (which is how we spent the entirety of our sixth form free periods) and then fell off of a stool. Claaaasssy. Stopped drinking beer, but then it somehow got to 1am (I'd been out since 5pm).

I am now hungover. I don't get hangovers, so I'm not used to the eyelids permanently at half-mast and the pounding head. Bah.