I'm really enjoying it. Shamefully I have been thinking recently how I would like to read a John Grisham again but have come to the conclusion he has peaked. Anyhow...
Wednesday involved going to meet Anastacia, listening to her new album, drinking champagne, then hanging out with trannies. No, Anastacia was not one of them.
Thursday I went to a rock auction where they were selling a Hendrix guitar, a Marilyn Monroe corset and the original Beatles' contract. Then I got really drunk and went clubbing...on my own.
Today I feel rough but have to get myself together for a grime night tonight. Yes, grime. I picture something like the below...
Oh, well, I can't find a picture but someone told me to be careful I don't get stabbed. I feel this could be a slight exaggeration as it is at the Proud galleries in Camden but you know, it's definitely out of my comfort zone. So I am wearing my jeans extra-baggy.
But basically I am really tired. I am beyond tired. I can barely function. I am messing things up at work. I need it to be the weekend. Going to bed at 2 in the morning after drinking all night then getting up at 8 does not give you a hot look.
I am ragged. Oooh, I like that word - ragged.
I have just eaten a tuna salad, a bacon and egg sandwich, a lasagne and two refresher bars.
If I didn't feel sick before I sure as hell do now.
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