Wednesday, May 07, 2003
And you'll know me by the trail of...(part II)
I don't know exactly when it went wrong.
Was it when I decided to stick around for the party yesterday, even though I was feeling a bit 'under the weather'?
Was it when I decided that one glass of wine would be okay?
Was it when there was no more white wine left and I decided that one glass of red wouldn't be so bad?
Was it when I, in my excitement, swung said red wine and spilt it on my t-shirt whilst not noticing until half an hour later?
Was it when I embarassed myself profusely speaking to a couple of my tutors, red wine on t-shirt, making incoherent compliments?
Was it when I forgot to eat anything at all for dinner?
Was it when Rosie and I decided to buy a bottle of wine in the pub?
Or when we bought the other?
Or was it when I fell asleep on the sofa, chewing on a piece of stale bread?
Oh, I don't know, but I'm not feeling good today and I have to go to uni for a revision session on 18th century satire or whatever. Otherwise a fun day yesterday, although I don't really remember too much of what happened after 6 o'clock. Annette brought us all a poem, which I thought was lovely (both poem and thought) and I would post it, but I'm not sure if she'd like that. So I won't. Other than returning home with that and the massive red wine stain on my t-shirt, I've also got someone's e-mail address written on a bus-ticket and I think I know whose it is, because it's something about a rubberhat?!
I haven't actually looked into my bag 'cause I'm a bit worried about what I'll find. Or not find, as it is...hopefully I've got both money and phone...I've got to go. I think a couple of Panadol and some water will do. I wish we had some fizzy soft-drinks and an array of exchangeable Charlotte-heads.
I don't know exactly when it went wrong.
Was it when I decided to stick around for the party yesterday, even though I was feeling a bit 'under the weather'?
Was it when I decided that one glass of wine would be okay?
Was it when there was no more white wine left and I decided that one glass of red wouldn't be so bad?
Was it when I, in my excitement, swung said red wine and spilt it on my t-shirt whilst not noticing until half an hour later?
Was it when I embarassed myself profusely speaking to a couple of my tutors, red wine on t-shirt, making incoherent compliments?
Was it when I forgot to eat anything at all for dinner?
Was it when Rosie and I decided to buy a bottle of wine in the pub?
Or when we bought the other?
Or was it when I fell asleep on the sofa, chewing on a piece of stale bread?
Oh, I don't know, but I'm not feeling good today and I have to go to uni for a revision session on 18th century satire or whatever. Otherwise a fun day yesterday, although I don't really remember too much of what happened after 6 o'clock. Annette brought us all a poem, which I thought was lovely (both poem and thought) and I would post it, but I'm not sure if she'd like that. So I won't. Other than returning home with that and the massive red wine stain on my t-shirt, I've also got someone's e-mail address written on a bus-ticket and I think I know whose it is, because it's something about a rubberhat?!
I haven't actually looked into my bag 'cause I'm a bit worried about what I'll find. Or not find, as it is...hopefully I've got both money and phone...I've got to go. I think a couple of Panadol and some water will do. I wish we had some fizzy soft-drinks and an array of exchangeable Charlotte-heads.
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