Leaving do at work last night, had maybe a glass and a half of wine. Went to watch the match, had a pint and a half of Kronenburg. Went on the the NFT to see The Innocents (which was FUCKING BRILLIANT), had a bottle of Sol. Walked back to the station along the shore of The Thames (also FUCKING BRILLIANT.) Didn't have a row with Chaunce (also F - oh, etc etc.)
I can't believe how skank I feel this morning. I have a headache of almost migrainious proportions. I've been sick, my hands are shaking, I can't focus. I think it must be a tension headache because the film had me so totally gripped and then I had a nightmare about work when I was asleep. I've had one of Chaunce's codeines, eaten breakfast and drunk lots of water but I still feel rough as fuck.
Bah. I really want this to be a hangover. I don't want to be ill over the weekend. But it doesn't feel much like a hangover. Oh dear. Woe is me. I went out and had a nice time with the man that I adore.
Boo
hoo.
