Repetitive Saturday Injury

I'm not really injured, I was just trying to be clever.

I am sat at work with the hangover. from. hell. Its not too bad, its not the worst I've ever had but it is still from hell. Just because it is. I knew it was time to leave the Doghouse last night when the room started to spin and luckily Rachel was my knight in shining armour (or damsel in shining armour?) and drove me home. Yet again she looked after me in a drunken state. I left Nick there but he got home later I guess because I found him in the spare room this morning, passed out surrounded by piles of clothes and many glasses of water. So I guess when he wakes up he will be feeling pretty shit too. But at least he gets to lie in!

Anyway I think I had a lovely time last night and I think the band were really good, although I didn't really listen to them all that much. The pub was VERY busy and they have this cool Morrocan smoking tent out the back which I liked a lot. (You can't smoke inside any more in pubs in Guernsey.) We saw lots of people that we hadn't seen for a while. We all went around to Fran's flat first and Fiona, her flatmate was watching Eastenders in the other room and came in all excited because it was the OLD GUY that killed Pauline apparentely! And then he tried to kill Dot or something as well!! I might have to watch the Sunday omnibus, although I could probably get away with just watching the last five minutes of it as that's when it all happens.

Sooooo, apart from last nights frolics I haven't done all that much this week. I went around to my cousins the other night for her son's 5th birthday which was cool. Got to sing happy birthday and eat cake. Always good. Work has been busy all week and there are people looking in the window right now at me which I generally find a bit weird. I always think are they looking at the property details or are they looking in at ME? Luckily they can't really see the computer screen cos I was just watching clips of Heman adverts from the 80's on myspace.