shoot me. now.
Work Christmas party last nite and man am I suffering this morning. I promised myself that I would take it easy, just a few glasses of wine with dinner, but ended up doing shots of tequila with my colleagues. And now I wish to be buried at sea.
Seems to have been all sorts of scandalous behaviour of a romantic nature taking place under our noses last nite, but I did not notice it at all. I was too busy telling everyone I loved them and drinking red wine. Oh god.
Was a good nite tho and I only had to dance once!