At about 3am last saturday morning Ye Olde looked at me in horror and said, "Svet, your jaws going crazy"."What the hell are you talking about?" I replied aggresively as sweat poured down my forehead and glistened under the nightclub lights.
I was totally fine, awesome in fact! I was so happy that a crazy man fell over me, I lost all my friends and still had a top night out.
The next night I felt mighty fine despite being a little spacey but thats probably because I spent all afternoon bouncing on the trampoline in my pjs doing ninja kicks at Christina (also on the trampoline) who was fighting me off with two detatched hose nozzles. Good times, good times.
Yes it wasnt until this morning that I felt anything to punish me for my irresponsible weekend behaviour. I opened my eyes relieved that my nightmare was indeed, just a nightmare and then horrified that my entire body felt like it should have been dead and buried several days ago.
Pain shot up both sides of my jaw and my neck felt swollen and bruised like I had been flirting with a noose in my sleep. As I rose out of the covers my brain flipped and blood swished like an adorable little tsunami wave of agony inside my temples.
As my feet braved the cold floorboards my calves wobbled under my body weight, which just so you know is not supposed to happen.
What kind of strange dancing had I engaged in to pull so many wierd muscles? And why do I feel like I have a swarm of wasps nesting in my spine?
So I did what any come-down victim would do, called all of my friends and then cried sulkily when they couldnt meet up and lavish attention on me at no notice.
Then I went and rented some DVDs that were so trashy and tweeny that I pretended they were for some kids I was babysitting. It's not my fault that I have a thing for Lindsay Lohan ok?!
I ate a cup of lollies (bought from the video store, I wasnt going to go to more than one place!) and then sulked when I realised they were chewy and my busted jaw could handle little more than a smoothie.
The moral of the story is, don't go out and get trashed because you will suffer a come-down and end up watching 'Just my Luck' and 'She's the Man' back to back with the blinds down, shivering under a blanket.
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Hope you're feeling better soon.
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David.
Haha, oh Svet. This entry had me both laughing at your pain and feeling very sympathetic. We've all been there, its just a matter of time before we stop punishing ourselves.
Until that time (god forbid it be anytime soon) I wish I was there to bring you banana smoothies and a bigger blanket. Take care Svetto, all shall be jaw-clenchingly and teeth-chatteringly swell again at EC.
EARTHCORE EARTHCORE! There's a whole bandwagon of followers now! Carloads and carloads, and not that many loads of drivers argh!
Can't wait to see you Stuey and we can punish ourselves like the good ol days. Not in THAT way you dirty-head!
I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU RENTED TWEEN MOVIES WITHOUT ME.
What do Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, New York Minute, Stick It, Uptown Girls, and Mean Girls have in common? WE SAW THEM TOGETHER, that's what!
Curse you, Svetlana, CURSE YOU!
Christina? Since when have you ever called me Christina? Hehe, I think that's the first time.
That come down sounds awful...I hope you are feeling ok now. I'm sorry I was so wound up in my own crazy crazy dating capers that I didn't even think to ask you how the rest of your weekend was...but it's ok, we'll chat in 28 minutes!
Huzzah!
Can I come over and have a go of your trampoline again? I promise I won't abuse you with hose nozzles again...
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