Cotton Wool Head

I have cotton wool in my head today. A lot of cotton wool. Possible to the exclusion of all else. It was a friends 30th at the weekend, and of course there was a celebration. Nearly thirty of us went out for dinner at a very nice restaurant and indulged in three tasty courses of good food. And about fourteen bottles of wine. Ah, the joy. Afterwards we headed to secret location to continue the party. Until about five in the morning. Fun was had, shit was talked. Excellent. The only, slight, downside is that I am now in my third, (fourth ? I don't remember) week of having a very full diary and my body is starting to complain.

There were two very enjoyable jaunts to foreign lands where, for reasons unknown, three course meals were the norm. I don't understand it, I don't eat like that at home and neither , as far as I am aware, does anyone else we were with. Something about being on holiday. In between the trips my boyfriend and I went to visit friends, which included more eating out, and drinking. Yes I know, I could just not have the booze, but have you tried being the sober one while everyone else is indulging ? Talk about dull. Fortunately we have no plans this weekend and will not be making any. Unfortunately it's the only weekend without plans for quite sometime afterwards. Oh, well. Rice, veg and water for me during the week I feel. Small portions too.

I must go and make some more coffee, it at least allows a semblance of life to be maintained.