Oooh you're a naughty mess

terrible hangover: 40cls whiskey, 1 btl rouge and a horrible, pointless argument with the alba, a drunken exchange of insults till we couldn't be bothered to continue and went to bed/ we haven't argued properly in months so it was quite shocking/ it was my fault, i started it and i have a far sharper tongue than she/ thus ridden with guilt for saying nasty things and forlorn at the thought of the futility of it/ peace and love, man/