Saturday was another excellent night out in Wimbledon. I got so HIDEOUSLY messy that I actually had to send myself home. Grim, verrrrrrry grim.
My hideous addiction to social media pretty much plays out my night and morning after.....
ATTENDED.
ATTENDED. GIVEN FREE CHAMPAGNE, POINTLESS BUT 'SUPER COOL COS YOUR WASTED' RAVE GLASSES AND A FOAM MUSTACHE.
RAN BACK TO SUBURBAN TO SHOW OFF SAID GLASSES AND MUSTACHE.
ANNNNNNND BACK TO POD AGAIN FOR A DANCE AROUND.
TAKE SPECIAL PICTURE OF FEET ACCIDENTALLY AS I HANG MY SPINNING HEAD IN SHAME. FEEL THE NEED TO SPEW MY GUTS UP.
ATTEMPT ONE LAST DANCE. DISMISS MYSELF AND WALK TO THE TAXI RANK.
CLAMBER INTO BED AT GOD KNOWS WHAT TIME AND REALISE I HAVE MISPLACED MY CARDIGAN. NOOOOO I AM NOT THAT PERSON. I DO NOT LEAVE BELONGINGS ON NIGHTS OUT. TEXT A FEW PEOPLE .... FALL ASLEEP MID TEXT.
WAKE UP AFTER 4 HOURS SLEEP. WANT THE WORLD TO SWALLOW ME UP.
DEVOUR 2 CANS OF DIET COKE AND 2 IBUPROFENS. NOTHING HELPS!!!!!
DAMMIT. STILL HAVE NOT LOCATED MY CARDIGAN.
WINNER!!!! YESSSSSSSS THANK YOU MIKEY. LEDGE
TODAY WAS HELL. PURE FIGHTING BACK THE NAUSEA HELL.
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