Oooh you're a naughty mess

i'm aware that with my typical daily intake of toxins i should probably feel terrible most of the time/ but i don't/ thus yester was a bit of a shock because i felt ill most of the day, buried one might say/ my throat felt thick, each can of beer seemed to flood my bones with dense liquid and each time i sat down felt a if i would pass out/ things improved sitting in the celestial surroundings of our garden later that afternoon, talking to my brother and drinking cold san miguel/ however by the time we were playing scrabble (1000pm and 4 btls rouge/ 8 stella/ 1 ltr san mig. down) i really could not carry on...but i did/ i finished another large glass red alone and listened to the early music show, radio 3/ not feeling trop mal 2day/ as usual sippin' cafe noir and listening to bach/ currently reading leopold von sacher masoch's venus in furs/ 1st time i read it i couldn't get past the dizzying amount of cheesiness but the translation i'm reading now is pretty good/ many even give huysmans' a rebours another shot/