Notes to self
Must actually do some work today and not spend time surfing t’interweb in a hungover fashion. And no reading the Guardian blogs does not count as working, not even if you stretch and twist the definition of “working” between two goal posts, go to the far end of the pitch, stand on your head and squint.
Climbing trees whilst wearing four inch heels, after consuming one bottle of wine, two Bacardi and diet cokes and an unknown quantity of unspecified redish spirit with ice (I say redish, it was dark outside, it could have been any colour really) turned out to be surprisingly easy and is now probably the start of worrying trend.
Trying to prove sobriety by any means, including but not limited to – climbing trees, doing cartwheels and standing on one leg, only proves that I’m more drunk than I think I am and its possibly time to stop drinking, or more likely time to just accept that I’m drunk, stop arguing about whether or not I am, and sit down and have another drink.
Drinking: a lot of water.
Probably: giving up and going home
Wishing: A (be)lated Happy Birthday to Clare and my bro.