Hangover day II

Turning corners to another decade for you, and especially for me, big three-o! Having organised a weekend away from Oslo and on a mountain top-ish place here, I am now severely broken and tired. Tomorrow I return to the village and the 'reality' of two months to go of the big beast. I am a grown-up now, but I feel like a little girl. The celebrations were big, in more ways than one - so now I need to recharge. The curse arrived today as well...happy day. I need to scream right now, but I am sitting in the livingroom of my parents apartment! I want to stay and leave at the same time. I want to return to the village to finish and I want to stay here in the comfort of family and good old friends. I also don't know if I can face my self pity and the stupid situations I get myself into all the time. I wish I had an alarm, I am just guessing other people do, inside my head that would stop me when I decide to complicate things.. I know some people don't, yeah you know who you are, when alcohol is involved - most people act different when alcohol is involved. I am no different. But I do try not to hurt other people, at least not my friends. No drama to scream about on the mountain top though. Now it is all too late for anything but practical thinking. We all make our own beds and then we lay in them, except for the little child or baby perhaps - and a 30-year-old baby I am not. I am sorry if you read this and find it depressing, but I have a party-planning-stressing hangover.