from Neil Gaiman‘s Anansi Boys
Fat Charlie was thirsty and his head hurt and his mouth tasted evil and his eyes were too tight in his head and all his teeth twinged and his stomach burned and his back was aching in a way that started around his knees and went up to his forehead and his brains had been removed and replaced with cotton balls and needles and pins which was why it hurt to try and think, and his eyes were not just too tight in his head but they must have rolled out in the night and been reattached with roofing nails; and now he noticed that anything louder than the gentle Brownian motion of air molecules drifting softly past each other was above his pain threshold. Also, he wished he were dead.
Oh yes, I know it well. That is a classic, I will come back on Sunday morning and seek solace in not being alone.
lol.
I’ve only managed a hangover of this magnitude twice in my life. That was enough.
Woah!! was that a hang over or what!!!!
Guys slow down…
And thanks for your comments dear 🙂
https://songofsea.wordpress.com/2009/05/25/a-dream-come-true/
Well, mine wasn’t THAT bad. I’m actually a lightweight. I have a two drink maximum in public.
Baby took me to the Jazz Cellar in Vancouver for a night of drinks and jazz. Good times.
its nice to have sexy in drunk yaehhh baby
I’ve never actually been hungover, but now I know exactly what it’s like. Neil Gaiman rocks.
Does that sentence open the book?
Beginning of chapter 5.
You mean the sentence I posted? No. But right under the title of the post is a link to Anansi Boys.
Love Gaiman.