7.00am: Wake up. Feel surprisingly okay. Realise I am still drunk. Drink water.
8.15am: Get up for more water. Floor is weirdly sticky. I have a cut on my finger. Don't know how either happened.
9.30am: Go looking for food. Find breadsticks - take them back to bed.
10.15am: There is construction work going on outside the apartment. Fucking construction work. At least I think there is - the pounding may or may not be in my head.
11.30am: Move to couch, stepping on broken glass in the process. Eat giant bowl of chips and lashings of hot tea. Feel slightly better, then a lot worse.
12.30: Attempt to load drunken photos from previous night onto blog. Fail. Repeat. Try to convince Andy to clean the house while I lay on the floor. He ignores me. Repeat.
2pm: Down painkillers, water and diet coke. Start cleaning the house. Items found in the living room: broken glass under the coffee table, a single sock, two cigarette lighters.
2.05pm: Return to couch to recover my strength.
4pm: Feeling significantly better. House clean. Must now prepare to go out tonight and repeat.