I haven't slept in more than 32 hours.
I got home at 8:30 this morning.
I have gone from drunk to hungover totally conscious.
I think I might legitimately be dead.
Last night was awesome though. State of Origin, the casino and strippers.
I'm not normally a huge fan of strip clubs, but when my mates spunking cash and shouting drinks and dances all night, well, it'd be rude to say no wouldn't it?
If there's a better way to spend a Wednesday night than talking about punk rock with tits in your face I've not seen it.