Turning Twenty-Five (and realising I am not an adult)

I woke up the morning after turning twenty-five with my eyes glued shut and the second worst hangover of my life. The first was because I had gone to sleep with my false eyelashes still on and the latter was because of tequila. Then it hit me. No, not the wave of nausea (that came … Continue reading Turning Twenty-Five (and realising I am not an adult)