Good morning bloggers, or afternoon, although I have only been awake for an hour,
It was Friday night last night, a night of celebrations and forgetting that I have to crawl back into the office in a couple of days time. As per usual I went out dancing with friends and it was a lot of fun. We did shots at the bar, I wore ridiculously high stillettos with heels as thin as pins (I nearly broke my ankle about six times last night), we tore up the dance floor, we walked around, and I somewhat reconciled things with the previously mentioned bouncer at the pub (even helping with pub security by wriggling into the little guard platform to stand next to him. I'm so annoying).
I woke up this morning bleary eyed and dry-mouthed, with two of my stinky male friends plus my twin brother in his less than hygienic bedroom (I'm talking empty tuna cans, and tobacco trodden into the carpet), but at least I had a place to stay. I have been known to stay out until the buses start running again in the morning to avoid the ludicrous cab fare back to my house.
The picture below depicts me, taken about five minutes ago. Behind me, stuck to the wall, is a piece of paper with all my uni readings on it. I am approximately five weeks behind on this schedule. I have approximately seven hours until I have to dress up, get out to the city and repeat last night all over again. The race is on. Wish me luck.