Overhang

I previously lived in a land where hangovers were a bad, miserable event. I now live in a land where they're FUCKING COOL and a whole heap of fun.

I've decided that I very much enjoy the insatiable appetite and ability to chow down on pretty much anything that has flavour and get the momentary satisfaction of 'desert tongue' disappearing under the veil of grease and unhealthy food items.

I've also decided that I very much enjoy the way my mind seems to turn into an empty vessel which is sporadically visited by bizarre and incomprehensible thoughts which make me laugh, and make those around me stare at me like I've just taken my quirkiness one step too far towards the realms of madness.

I have decided that I very much enjoy the influx of humour; whether this be unwittingly delivered by other people or accidentally delivered by me, I find the most mundane utterances hilarious and every single noise that enters my auditory field sends me into a fit of giggles.


Is this healthy? No.
Could I cope with this more than once a week? No.
Am I possibly in danger of being sent to the loony bin? Yes.


But I don't care cos I'm FUCKING HILARIOUS.