Monday, August 25
I know that I'm posting this at just after midnight, so I'm not hungover any more, but I was feeling like shit all day today. This kinda affected everything that I did, and therefore this blog entry. It all makes sense eventually. I promise.
I eventually rolled into bed around 5.30 this morning, pretty much sober after the night's events (see the last post), and set my alarm for 1 o'clock this afternoon. I woke up first at about 10.30, feeling completely dehydrayted and all-round crap, so I dived into the bathroom and gulped down a shitload of water from the tap before getting back into bed. The alarm woke me on time, after a couple of freaky dreams which I can't remember right now. Still dehydrated, I drank nearly a whole carton of fruit juice with my Ricicles (I did some food shopping yesterday, so I bought the cereal / food that I wanted...) and plonked my ass down in front of the TV.
I couldn't get the enthusiasm together to walk the dog, but I had a shower, which made me feel a whole lot better, and jumped on the computer to check my emails, etc, and check what I had written last night. After that, I watched the Arsenal game on the TV, and a bit of the cricket, before retiring upstairs back onto the computer. Actually, no I didn't. I watched an episode of VIP first. I fucking love that programme, it's so camp and hammed up.
I eventually took the dog out at 8, and I remembered to take my camera with me, something I had been forgetting to do for the past few times I've been out. I took a couple of really cool pictures, and it gave me the inspiration to get the fabled photo blog started. I'm probably just going to use this design / layout for now, and concentrate on putting up the content before making any wholesale changes to the design. Watch this space...
Hmmm, what else? More football on the TV, this time it was the Spanish Super Cup. Oh, and the final day of the NEC Invititational Golf Open as well. I swear I'll watch any sport that is on TV, so long as it is live. How very sad.
I may seem really dull, but I blame it on the hangover that has stuck around all day long. I was drinking so much. I reckon that I've polished off over 3/4 of a 2-litre bottle of Sprite Lite, as well as a litre of cranberry juice, not to mention numerous occasions where I've just put my head under a tap. Why do I still drink? I've got no fucking idea. Same again this Saturday, of course.