Help my head.

I am currently hungover to shit because I didn't know when to stop. It is not a good idea to go out on friday to celebrate the eve of your last saturday of work. My last saturday became an everlasting spiral into hell. Dehydration, nausea, the shakes and a thumping headache all conspired to make me wish I was dead.

Enough of the cheeriness though, Now I am home and planning to go out and fuck myself up all over again. I have just tried to get an iron maiden ring tone sent to my mobile and failed miserably. Why did I become a technical fuckwit the day i turned thirty? I used to be able to work all sorts of gadgets with ease, now I struggle to get my phone to perform the simplest of tasks. I am suffering from a severe case of R.T.F.M. (read the fucking manual) but that would just be sensible and who wants to go down that road. next thing you know I'd be eating vegetables and listening to Coldplay. Nah, I could never sink that low.