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So it would appear to be Monday.
Aug. 21st, 2006 08:38 am
This actually came as a bit of a shock this morning on account of Sunday being a bit missing. Oh dear. I think I'm still to fucked to operate the internet and I'm sitting at my desk. Since most of my job is a lot more complicated than operating lj I think I'm in for a long day....
So...Friday, stayed in and finished packing. Sorry I missed what sounds like an amazing night at Strength Through Dreadnought, but the idea of moving with a hangover and no sleep didn't really appeal. Instead I watched the final of Big Brother and drank a bottle of red wine. (well, you can't take fractions of bottles of wine with you when you move, can you?)
Saturday I moved house! I am now officially a resident of East London. Thanks to those of you that came and helped lift stuff, the move itself went very smoothly indeed. So then we went to the pub (what else is there to do?), I drank some wine (probably about a bottle. At lunchtime.) Then I moved some stuff around and sort of unpacked a couple of things before going out to a friends house in Camden in the evening. Things get a little hazy at this point. I have recollections of gin. And pills. (I got to spend Sunday remembering why I stopped doing pills...needless to say, very few of my belongings are yet free of their boxes. Frankly I'm amazed I've even made it to work.) It was a good night though, in some excellent company. Just remind me not to take the pills next time, please?!
So yesterday was completely non-existant. God knows how I made it home (good job I took the new flatmate to the party with me, I'd have ended up in Croydon otherwise I think), but then there was mostly passing out and getting absolutely nothing done at all whilst feeling completely rubbish. Tonight will mostly find me taking stuff out of boxes...assuming I get through today in one piece...
So...Friday, stayed in and finished packing. Sorry I missed what sounds like an amazing night at Strength Through Dreadnought, but the idea of moving with a hangover and no sleep didn't really appeal. Instead I watched the final of Big Brother and drank a bottle of red wine. (well, you can't take fractions of bottles of wine with you when you move, can you?)
Saturday I moved house! I am now officially a resident of East London. Thanks to those of you that came and helped lift stuff, the move itself went very smoothly indeed. So then we went to the pub (what else is there to do?), I drank some wine (probably about a bottle. At lunchtime.) Then I moved some stuff around and sort of unpacked a couple of things before going out to a friends house in Camden in the evening. Things get a little hazy at this point. I have recollections of gin. And pills. (I got to spend Sunday remembering why I stopped doing pills...needless to say, very few of my belongings are yet free of their boxes. Frankly I'm amazed I've even made it to work.) It was a good night though, in some excellent company. Just remind me not to take the pills next time, please?!
So yesterday was completely non-existant. God knows how I made it home (good job I took the new flatmate to the party with me, I'd have ended up in Croydon otherwise I think), but then there was mostly passing out and getting absolutely nothing done at all whilst feeling completely rubbish. Tonight will mostly find me taking stuff out of boxes...assuming I get through today in one piece...
