Act 1
Tot T leaves Milan after 3 months of absolute fun. Tot A decides not to plunge into a deep, dark depression (which as Tot C always explains can only be fought with large amounts of gin).
Act 2
Tot A embarks on a number of distracting and self-improving activities:
1. Chinese language course.
2. Physical activities in the gymnasium.
3. Business dinners to raise cash for the f*cking H*b.
4. Healthy eating (chili tofu, right?)
Act 3
Tot A gets drunk on large amounts of gin and cries incessantly from 8 pm to 1 am. Gets taken to hospital and sedated. Wakes up with massive hangover.
The End
4 comments:
Meanwhile, I was drowning my sorrows in mojitos and apartment searching, spending the night with a large boa constrictor.
Oh, Bunny...
Remember your Shakespeare, and focus on how exquisite it will then be when you next get back together -- "parting is such sweet sorrow" and all that.
And meanwhile you have my visit to look forward to. Who could want more than that?
always thought willy 'spear was full of crap.
i find the following applies to me
day one
elation at being able to film binge and never leave house for hours
day two
despair at lack of direction, meaning in my life
day three
self improving exercises
day four and onwards
insomnia and booze induced blackouts
I'm with Flav on this one.
Never listen to me on the subject of gin. That way, as dear WS said, madness lies...
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