Crawling on The Floor Hungover

I have a terrible hangover today. I’m blaming Scarfee. We had a conference thing yesterday, after which we decided to drop into the bar conveniently situated in the same building as the conference for a quick drink. Two and a half hours and a large number of vodkas later, He came and met us, after which more vodka was drunk, until Scarfee’s boyf arrived to pick her up off the floor and take her home. He and I retired to the restaurant and had a nice Italian, plus some wine.

Then went home, tried to watch Shrek 2, and fell asleep. Keep waking up every hour and having weird dreams, which always happens when I have a vodka binge. It’s the first time in ages though, so I’d forgotten how foul it is.

Good news of the day: Supergran has agreed to lend Him and I her house in Spain for two weeks holiday in June. Hurrah! Just have to get work to confirm my dates, book some flights, and lose 2 stone to wear a bikini on the beach without Greenpeace being called in for the stranded whale I would be at the moment.

More good news: Jellie and I are going for some shopping and drinking in London tomorrow afternoon. V nice. Looking forward to it muchly.

And finally: why oh why is it that my skin always looks its brightest and best when I am hungover?! It’s like a genetic mutation. I feel like shite, but look lightly golden and glowing, as opposed to my usual sallow and foul morning appearance. hence no-one believes I am hungover and therefore I get no sympathy at all!

Oh God. Just remembered. Dinner at MIL’s tonight. DOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!