we luuurrrve to party!
Yes we do, and we really did party last night. After 7 Martini’s and a lot of dancing I checked for casualties… We did well! Well we burnt part of a sofa. Oh, and one of the lads got stung by a bee (a freaking bee for crying out loud) but we weren’t kicked out of the club and that’s what counts!
Another issue that occurred to me on my way into the house was roosters. Roosters should not be allowed anywhere. Ever! They’re really annoying. Especially when you have been trying so hard to not make any noise on your way in and at that crucial moment when you walk past bedrooms of people sleeping, the rooster decides to give it all he’s got! Not only do they wake up and think it was you that woke them up but they also get to wake up to you posing against the wall with a ’scared-shitless’ expression on your face. I say we bar roosters from our societies.
So, yeah, that was last night. Waking up today was alright, although I had Special Olympics hair at the time. It was the eating that was a bit awkward. No matter how hard this is to believe, I, (yes, ME,) I had trouble eating. I was simply not hungry. Still it doesn’t make any sense. I’m scared. What if there is a certain amount of food a person can eat in a lifetime? What if I ate my last yesterday? Nah, that can’t be…
Being neurotic over little things like that isn’t easy you know. It takes a lot of energy! So I am hoping I will be hungry soon.
It has been a while since I went shopping for clothes as well. This means I’m starting to have withdrawal symptoms… “MUUSSST SPEEEENNND MONNNNNEYYYY” is what the voices have been telling me all day (in a ‘BRAAAIIINNNS - MUST EAT BRAAAIIINNNS’ kind of way). But I need to have money before I can spend it and that proves to be an obstacle on my “let me see how many shopping bags I can carry” quest.
I will stop this now because I’m rambling on with no sense again. Plus I have another party to attend tonight.
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