Roll on the weekend and roll on payday, I cannot wait.
I had a beautiful red wine hangover this morning, after an impromptu trip to the pub with my sisters last night. It was really good to be out and not stuck at home worrying about surviving til the end of the month, I feel like I’ve missed out on a lot of social stuff since I started being more frugal.
Various people were out, Jon turned up with a mate of his, both dressed in red and white from head to toe, singing England til I die and other patriotic tunes at the top of their voices. They’d been drinking since 1 in the afternoon and were quite, quite drunk. Various other people arrived and somehow I ended up wearing a plastic bowler hat with the England flag printed on it.
After some serious pubbing, a little dancing from my sisters to some tunes they put on the duke box, and a lot of natterings we all headed to Eddies for a little while where we discovered that Lando had left 18 cans of beer. A few of us nicked one then we hid the rest so that when he turned up some time later he had to go foraging to find them all. I wonder if he actually found them all in the end or if Eddie will be discovering beer cans in odd places for the next month. We watched the big bang theory then myself, Vikki, her Alan, Jenni, America and Dopey John all headed back to mine.
At mine we played some GH3, watched a few youtube videos, Vikki and America disappeared into the loo for aaages to sit in the bath and chat, then eventually we all realised it was stupid late and we had work the next day so everyone made their way home and I went to bed.
I woke this morning about half an hour before my alarm went off with a mind-splitting headache. I stumbled to the kitchen and got a cup of water before crashing again and then pressing the snooze button repeatedly for half an hour. When I finally did get up I had barely enough time to get ready, rushing like a nutter here and there, then somehow managing to knock a half bottle of red wine all over the floor and my jeans 5 minutes before I had to leave the house. Somehow I managed to change my jeans, put the soiled ones into the washing machine, and scrub the kitchen carpet (god knows why there’s a carpet in the kitchen) before belting it out the door.
My haste was unnecessary however as the bus was 15 minutes late and then took a convoluted route to Brentwood because of some massive traffic jam, so I got here about an hour late for the second time this week, the last time I was actually stuck in a massive traffic jam and it took me 45 minutes to get round one poxy roundabout. My head really didn’t need the hassle.
When I finally stumbled into work this morning I really felt worse for wear, I’m still a little groggy now but I had a sausage in a bun and a lucozade for brekkie so I’m starting to feel a little more chipper. America (Paula) met me for lunch and tuna sarnies which was cool. Tonight I’m gonna go home and have a really nice quiet night in, followed by a massive lie in tomorrow morning as I have no work, then it’s off to London for Eddies birthday!
Just need to get through the rest of today…
