Today I’m completely riddled with guilt.
I feel guilty for taking a day off yesterday (my fifth this month, its fucking rediculous I have too much to do to just relax willy nilly, ive got two weeks to finish my dissertation and my script!) by only writing 100 words (if that) & I feel guilty today as I got drunk last night, which was fun and social but also means I wasted money and have a hangover. Plus I dont even remember half of what I did. I hate myself a lot right now.
On the brightside I will actually achieve something today as we have a houseviewing later and this means I will do everything imaginable to impress these complete strangers judging my home. And this starts with me getting out of bed and shaving.
last night… wow, I haven’t had a messy night like that in a while.
I even threw up, it was crazy. Although it wasn’t really from the booze it was mostly the beer bong, apparently my body isn’t a fan of things getting stuffed down my throat, first and last time I ever do one of those.
Other than that it was a killer party, we dominated at beer pong and when we took over the music just played all the stuff we were into as kids, nostalgia was had.
I could be going out tonight, there’s certainly people I know out there somewhere. But I’ve decided against it, instead my night will comprise of delicious drinks (I’ve already had scotch old enough to drink its own scotch and it was delicious) and Tim Minchin’s new DVD. Winning @ Factory Friday