I Need Some Quiet Time

Wow.

Another weekend over, another party, another hangover. Thankfully there are no parties in our future for the next little while. I need to rest.

It was lots of fun. A slightly late Halloween/house warming party. Fancy dress and all. Since we only got the email the day before our costumes where . . . . a little thrown together. I was a cliche, a sexualised representation of an other wise innocent fairy tale character. I was told that was far too intellectual for fancy dress. Whatever, it was my justification for a cobbled together outfit and I'm sticking to it. We had fireworks too. And suitably gross food stuffs.

The hangover was killer. And I busted my diet again. At this rate I ain't making my target weight by my target time. I should stop having fun for a while I feel. Well, fun that includes red wine anyway. So that's my plan. For the next six weeks no booze, more exercise and sensible food.

Crikey, that sounds dull. What the hell, needs must and all that.

Need to go do some housework now, and then read some stuff for uni. Drat, and double drat.

And my essay is due for hand back tomorrow. Bugger, bollocks, hell and damnation.

I want my hangover back.