How to Recover from RT (or not)
So, I was just at Romantic Times with so many beautiful Leaguers and friends. It was glorious. I did some business, met some fans, drank some booze, and schmoozed, schmoozed, schmoozed. And holy mother of god, I am paying for it. I feel like a 100-year-old, who has been hit by a truck, and then whose broken, bleeding carcass was then set upon by young, strong boys with sticks. I feel like poop. Warm and wrung-out, fresh from the bunghole. I don't think it helped that, living in Greensburg, I never leave the house or socialize. So even working my tongue in speech was tiring for me, let alone doing so while drinking! With other people! In a bar! It also didn't help that RT was in California this year. I mean, seriously, California is fucking far away. I can get to London from here in only an hour extra! So when I got back I was like, "I WILL RECOVER," and I set upon a post-RT recovery regimen. Now, for those of you manning my tweets, you've probably no...