Hangover Face

Day 3 of 365

Why do I do this to myself? I love whiskey but for some reason it doesn't love me back. It's deceptive, all lovely and warm and tasty and then POW! right in the face. You wake up wearing yesterday's clothes, someone elses shoes, your mouth feels like you've been eating canal reeds, your head throbs like a rhino stood on you and you've no money left but you have got 700 bruises and no idea where they came from.

I woke up at half eight, in time to get to college on time for a change, but I was still drunk. So I went back asleep and arrived into college at 1.

I bought a new book for a project I have due in Febuary. It's all about visual context and the way in which we view photographs. It's really difficult. For some reason I just can't get my head around it.

This book will be the death of me.