I have been feeling VERY fragile today.
Alex and I went to the LCR (the UEA club) on our own last night, as everyone else was either poor or elsewhere, so obviously we needed to get very drunk in order for it to be not weird. We succeeded in doing that.
Three quarters of a bottle of wine and five jagerbombs later, I am staggering home clinging on to Alex for dear life and apparently pushing him into the hedge. I also became obsessed with an equally as drunk guy who was plodding home in front of us, shouting at him to be careful. In the end he ran off; he was probably terrified I was some sort of sex pest.
I'm hoping I was quiet when we came in last night but the chances are I wasn't. I could barely see and was having a go at Alex for reasons which should not be published on the internet. When I woke up this morning I honestly thought I was dying; I drifted in and out of sleep from 9am until 2pm, when Alex burst into my room demanding I come to Chapelfield with him to get his iPhone 5. I originally said no as I am approximately 58 pages behind on The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens and I really must catch up, but he twisted my arm with the prospect of free Costa Coffee. AND I got 96 chocolate fingers for £3.99. So excited to eat them.
Now I must get on with my reading.
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