Sunday, 28 February 2010
I've been feeling odd all morning.
This may have something to do with the fact that I went out last night and drank my body weight in gin, pink champagne (a girl's got to celebrate a promotion in style) and cocktails. It may have something to do with the fact that I sent an email at 3am that I really shouldn't have sent. It may also have something to do with the fact I've only had four hours sleep.
But a minute ago it hit me. The real reason why I feel strange.
I don't have to do anything today.
I don't have to be anywhere or do ANYTHING. I can't remember the last time this happened. I can sit on the sofa underneath my slanket and watch Eastenders. I can weep silently into my raging hangover. I can have a nap. I can watch DVDs. I can do whatever I like. It feels very very strange.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to resent alcohol and not eat cheese. Oh, how I wish I could eat cheese.