“How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?”
I can tell you this Hamish, it’s far too f*****g early on a Monday morning for this kind of philosophy. I have never, ever in the last year and half I have been drinking ever had a hangover quite like this one. If I thought the one I woke up to on my arrival here was bad, this one feels catastrophic. I feel like I have been in a plane crash. I’ve tried to chalk it up to being off the heavy stuff for so long, but I know in reality it’s just a result of how my body can’t handle it. Even my own body is rejecting what I want. The pressure in my forehead is unrelenting and the sight of any food has made me vomit.
I also have a babysitter.
Esme, who until this very moment has been right up in my face, has not stopped watching over me since
