I woke up this morning-after-Halloween feeling like shit.
Cricking my neck back into place and rubbing my eyes, it took me a while to figure out that I had slept on my doormat under my jacket, and that I couldn't get in because I didn't have my keys.
On further reflection, I remembered that I had been out the night before with H to a club and got horribly drunk, dressed up as a bat, hence the umbrella under my armpits and the fact that I had no phone or wallet as I'd left everything at hers.
Then I remembered I left her in the club after getting claustrophobic and tired, and I had walked home on my own leaving her to look after herself.
So here I am, developing a good sized cold and feeling like an Premier-league arsewipe.
Hangover and guilty conscience in full effect, I do feel like I should do something drastic, so as of today, for the time it takes to post the next 100 posts I am giving up alcohol.
There. I feel better already.
