Working. Sucks. End. Of.
Right, so I'm pissed on Jacob's Creek Chardonnay (classy me, ooooohhh yeahhh) and it's all my stoopid work's fault. I can't believe I was so angry earlier on, tried to install some zen-like calm in myself and it. just. didn't. work. Grrrrrrrrrr. But I'm okay now, too drunk to care. Have to have a haircut tomorrow at 10am, but that's okay, I'll make it. And then my brother's getting married on Monday. Yes, I should probably be more excited about that than I sound, but frankly, it's causing so many issues, I can't summon the energy....Have got the boyo to agree to stay drunk all weekend, so it's allllll goooooooddd ( that's a total lie, BTW, I am an official lightweight and would never, ever cope, but it's the only solution I can think of.......)