baked like a lobster

So on Tuesday, I woke up around 10:30 or so real hungover from the prior nights fun. I ran 4 miles, and felt like i had gotten stabbed in the lungs. It was going to be a good day, and so it was. Hit the beach in killiney, with the girls and chuck. Threw Ms. cannon into the ocean ( a highlight), drank on top of a hobo lair, and watched two druggies get arrested by the gardai. All in a hard day's work. Thats me a true wunderkind. On Wednesday, I hurt terribly, looked in the mirror and say my freckled paleness replaced by the exoskeleton of boiled lobster. I guess it was true, you can have too much of a good time. Aw well time to stop reminiscing, and focus on beasting an exam tomorrow