On Friday, I got up at 6am to go to work, then by the time Dave gave me a lift back from the cathouse it was like 4am. Then because I'm clever I read Harry Potter and munched Haribo cola bottles for an hour or so. Friday night was great though, went to Sharon's 21st for a bit, had a dance with the Gran Canaria ladies! Then went into town with Dave, and the Ryan mysteriously appeared. Danced the night away, obv. With KAT :D Then went home and pretty much died.
On saturday I went into town for a walk. Just to kick about. I came home and fell asleep for like an hour then I had to go to Gillians. We spoke of things such as fake orgasms, vibrators and monobrows. Regular saturday night in? Oh yeah.
Sunday, I felt like death. Tidied my room then watched the OC, had some food, then got ready to go meet Dave. (btw Dave, what actually are piles?) haha. Had to prop the bar up last night in case I fell over with exhaustion. Which is always good, not.
Went to work today and kept dropping things and asking people to repeat themselves ten times because I was actually on another planet.
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deadlypoetic) wrote,
exhausted
