Ah, the student days

Location: Haus International, Schleining, Austria
Time: 11am, 14 August 2007, Tuesday morning
Feeling: mildly hungover, seedy and paranoid

So... Here I am, living in a student dorm and having serious flashbacks to life before full-time work. It is Tuesday morning and I haven't managed to waddle out of bed before 9 to attend Denya's class. I gave it some serious thought, but I figured that I should go with the student experience all the way and proceed to skip classes.

We managed to get reasonably trashed last night - you gotta be a student to drink on Monday night/ Tuesday morning. I got to bed at 4am. Denya at 3. He has a suspicion that he may've still been drunk when he started teaching. Don't know. Wasn't there. Muahaha.

Schleining - a village of 800 people, home of the EPU (European Peace University - ~50 in student numbers), happens to have its bowling establishment inside a local pub. I just had to see it. It's kind of like mini-bowling. The "runway" (pardon dodgy terminology) is about half the length or so of a normal runway. Bowls are half the size and have only 2 holes. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera in all the excitement and thus, there are no photos. Bizarrely they had "Rysskii Standard" as the house vodka. We proceeded to severely reduce their supplies in that area. (Even Denya managed a few, in between his lengthy phone calls. Hehe)
And then we bowled...!
And then, as per usual, my memory goes a bit blank.
And then it reappears at a rather strange point which I'm not altogether comfortable sharing just yet with public at large.
And here I am now, feeling the paranoia associated with coming down from alcohol (for me anyway). It's the bit where I feel compelled to seek reassurance from everyone that I didn't do anything bad, everything is fine and people still like me.
I wonder whether this is something that would be alleviated by memory retention... I don't know...
So anyway... Just have to tough it out. It usually goes away after ~24 hours. It is annoying though how despite knowing what it is and experiencing it every single time I drink, I still get caught up in it. Farken.