So on Friday I ended up getting sent home from work sick. I guess maybe I was just overtired, and I had got completely overexcited watching the film the day before. So on Saturday I went out and got COMPLETELY TRASHED with Chaunce and Kate and Ciggy. As you do. I had a couple of pints and some gin and a couple of bottles and another pint and put my head on the table and said 'oh, I'm druuuunk' and then on the way home got a missed call off L+I so we went round there with a couple of four packs of San M.

I felt rough on Sunday for approx. an hour and then was fine. I am ignoring the fact that I feel really crap if I haven't drunk very much. It is too depressing to contemplate.

Also on Saturday I got a free facial (Kate got a free facial and a free arm) and then went and bought a vest because I was sweltering in what I was wearing. After the vestage I espied some city shorts in the sale and, yes, dear reader, I bought them. You may as well throw yours away if you have any, now I'm wearing them they are certainly no longer cutting edge fashion. I'm wearing them today, they are brill for work. God I'm boring. And I bought a book about witches by Erica Jong, it's super. And will help with the play writing. (Ah yes, the play. It still doesn't exist. It's due on Wednesday. But I do have a title 'Rooms Like Dark Woods'. Or maybe just 'Dark Woods'. Oh, whatever.) The point is: I bought some city SHORTS, from WAREHOUSE and they are A SIZE FOURTEEN. This means I am officially a fo' real size 14 again. Yes it does. Shut up at the back.

On Sunday we went to Walthamstow for a BBQ with Chaunces fam. We are tentatively arranging a meet up between our parents. I think it will be disastrous. But it has to be done. So much for running away to Scotland and not telling anyone which was the original plan a year ago. How times change. Luckily it would seem we are not boring, or we have reached the same level of boringness or whatever so it's not too worrying how much stuff has changed. It's not like we've suddenly gone all crazy about the thing. We will go to the pub and we will come out and no thing/one can every put us asunder or they'll be breaking the law and will go to jail. It'll be brilliant. And I will have a new name, which is the bit I am most looking forward to. Er, I've tangented. Where was I?

Oh yes. Today I am wearing posh shoes cos I thought I was meeting someone for dinner but ONCE AGAIN it's all gone wrong and we've called it off. Ten years, this has been going on for. He doesn't even live abroad! But he is married and has three kids and used to be my teacher so somehow it seems a bit... oh, I don't know. We've never kissed or nothing. I mean it's not like that. It's just a bit... oh I don't know what it's like. But I would like to see him again before I die! Or do I mean before I get married? But then it sounds dodgy again. Oh, argh. The whole friendship is a bit odd. I was 15, he was 22... Actually that only makes him a year older than Chaunce. Oh, whatever...

My sister is coming down next week and we're going to see Avenue Q. It was only after I bought the tickets I realised it means I'll miss my last drama class. Oh well. We hand in this week so I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe I should write it then. Yes.

I still don't feel quite... right.