The morning after the night before

So, it is now sunday morning, the party went well, I was pathetically drunk, couldnt walk in my shoes so i looked like a new born calf.
I texted everyone in my phonebook, telling them I love them, at 11 o'clock Alexandra put me in a taxi aand once indoors I puked.
Nice.
Behaved like a 17 year old.
Good niht I would say.
but as always when ive had too much to drink i cant sleep, so ive been doing laundry since 6am.
Starting to feel sleepy now so will hopefully get some more sleep.