I really wish I weren't awake right now

It is a particularly cruel twist of fate that I woke up this morning just before 7 and was unable to get back to sleep. 
I'd had minimal hours of sleep, and I had drunk just enough water that my brain wasn't telling me to commit suicide to end the fiery wrath that is a hangover - leaving me barely coherent and with a slight headache.
There is a particularly wonderful art to talking to parents when one is hungover I think. And when I say wonderful, I mean horribly sadistic and difficult. 
However, now that I am An Adult I'm allowed to go out and drink and make stupid decisions (to a lesser degree). This morning I was treated to the 'you can't do this regularly on a uni night' lecture - something which if I were a parent, I would not give to my obviously slightly hung over 18-year old daughter. Then I (in my opinion) managed to conduct a conversation with my mother, where we both wisely skirted the issue of the specifics I had gotten up to last night, and I retreated to the space at the back of my head that was filled with gremlins poking me, that is until Mother asked me 'what did you drink last night?' disbelieving that I had drunk only cheap wine, and then informing me my eyes were red. 
To be honest, this is a bit of a nothing post, but I thought it was a vaguely humorous story to tell - particularly as it's 8 in the morning, and because I'm in the mood to skirt responsibility a little, I've decided that my 10 am lecture is miss-able in favour of me finding some panadol and having a shower, and maybe seeing if I can find some of that fluid solution that apparently helps me put in contact lenses but may possibly remove the red glow that is apparently in my eyes right now-at least the red will bring out the green in my eyes?.


So I'm going to go and do that, now that I've had a little sit down, and written this woefully pointless blog, and I hope you enjoyed reading this, perhaps feeling pretty good you aren't me right now (in which case I'm clearly wonderful because I've made someone's day). 
But let's think about what I have learned before I depart in search of eyedrops, or whatever: 
1) Don't refill your wineglass when you still have wine in it - you lose count very fast of how much you've had to drink. 
2) See 1. 
3) I obviously didn't have a big enough waterglass by my bedside table
4) Getting home is so much more fun when you have a brazilian bus driver who you can chat to on the way (I think his name was like, Frederico - how awesome is that!!)
5) I'd say when you get home, take a nice big sleeping pill to keep you asleep, but I'm relatively sure that mixing sleeping pills and alcohol is not the way to go. So I'll go with more water. 
6) I have damn good grammar even in this condition (and I'm sure The Husband will pounce all over my mistakes when he reads this)


I really hope my mother never reads this post...