I’m going to stop being emo, that last entry was rather embarrassing when I think about it. I’m not seventeen and therefore its not very becoming of me. I didn’t sleep well last night and its put me in a bad mood. I’m sure it was a combination of too much to drink, my bed being too warm, Eamonn’s music first, then the sound of who knows what the fuck he was doing… sounded like re-arranging furniture. I need to lay off the tequila too, not that I’d drink that much that often. Its just that it was the holidays and I was finally relaxed about not being at work, and not having anything important to do.
Saturday night I got astoundingly drunk without any intention to. I went to hide Easter eggs and ended up sitting round the kitchen counter at T’Nealles, drinking vanilla vodka and lemonade. Having not eaten a proper meal all day it hit me surprisingly hard. In fact so much so, that I jogged the whole way home. Me running? totally ridiculous.
I can’t stop yawning. This is silly. I need more sleep… should have gone to bed earlier. That said, I probably couldn’t have fallen asleep earlier. Also, I missed my alarm clock this morning and was super late.
I have that boat song stuck in my head.
I blame David even though I he hasn’t been home since Thursday.