Why is everything so bright and loud??

Woke up with the hangover from hell! My head was actually pounding. I open my eyes and the first thing a I see is Kyle wrapped up in his quilt on my sofa, asleep. I lay there wondering when that had happened, and started laughing because Gareth has the biggest bed all to himself, and us three are all sharing my room, with a tiny sofa and a single bed. I get up to go and get some water and Kyle and Abigail wake up. Abigail also starts laughing when she sees Kyle on my sofa. He isn't a morning person/waking up person to begin with so it was probably best he slept on my settee instead of sharing a room with Gareth. Gareth happens to snore. Like a Whale! We could hear him from my room with my door shut, Abigail says to us "see what I put up with,  I just usually shout at him until he wakes up though". We all  struggled to get ourselves pulled together, but eventually Abigail and Gareth managed to sort themselves out in order to go home, "I'm getting a taxi, too tired for buses" Abigail says to us.
After they left for their own flat Kyle went straight back to bed, so did I but couldn't sleep. I lazed around all day, reading my book, updated my last two posts, and just generally milled around. There was nothing in to eat though so I formed a plan of action: to sober up and get food! Cold showers are brilliant for hangovers, wake you right up and out of it. Feeling much more human, I gently wake Kyle up to tell him I'm off out for food and to ask if he needs anything getting in.
Out in the sunshine I felt a millionn times better and quite lively too. It was 15 degrees C and boy was I feeling it with my tank top and cut off jeans, it was like the middle of summer for me. The locals however did not share this sentiment, for them it is still winter and are wearing wooly coats and scarves. I wandered up and down the street looking for somewhere to get some bacon, I really needed a fry up. I soon realised it was sunday, nearly everything was shut, apart from small and expensive markets, like our papershops, the bakeries were also open which is just as well because 'papershop' bread is very expensive, I only paid 70 cents for a loaf of bread, which by the way is fantastic. I managed to get a big bottle of fanta, 6 eggs, toilet roll and the bread. At least I got the essentials anyways. I took the long route back to the flat, just enjoying the sunshine and the heat, but Christ! walking up the banks in this place is a nightmare, I was all puffed out and sweating by the time I got back. I had to have a sit down before I did anything else, such as the washing up from the previous night and cook something for dinner. I sat on the balcony, feet up, with a cold mug of lemon fanta (perfect summer drink) and a book on my phone. It was glorious just relaxing on the balcony without the preverbial care in the world. Lunch went horribly wrong and I now have a new found love for non-stick frying pans. what started out as a salami, mushroom and cheese omlette turned out to be scrambled eggs with salami and mushrooms, it was not my best effort I have to say, but in my defence I was still hungover.
Kyle finally emerged from his room at half 4 and decided we would go for a walk. We walked in a different direction to the one we usually take, and found a big shopping centre, don't know what shops were in it as it was closed and no signs. But we decided to come back to that another day. I picked up a cake on the way home from a cake shop becuase I simply needed sugar and because I can.

It is very tasty and has lots of cream in it, but also very sickly and I couldnt eat it all in one go, so I still have half in the fridge. We didn't do much when we got back in, there wasnt a lot to do, what with no tv. So I found Beverley Hills Cop to watch online and Kyle watched will and grace, and also phoned friends and family. So that was my sunday.
Goodnight x