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Mar. 24th, 2005 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolContinue to feel appalling, although I have now been informed, several times, that I am an amusing drunk. Well, that's good to know. I am most definitely not panicking regarding Clare not texting me back. I am most definitely not significantly worried that I said something downright stupid. And then I think, eh? Because I have nothing stupid to say, for a start, so I think this is just the alcohol expelling itself from my system. Sometimes I logically think that she is at work, and then I think "argle! no text!" and then I realise that I've turned into Bridget Jones. Erm, is there anyone out there who's made it through all the crossed out lines and perhaps knows if Clare's phone has been eaten by rabid dogs or something? Thanks.
In other news, I have eaten some grapes. Now I am debating eating some toast. Maybe. Feel slightly hungry, but then I actually imagine the act of eating and I feel queasy again. This would be a bloody GREAT diet plan if you don't remember that alcohol is horribly fattening. And from cramping up all day in faint nausea, all the muscles are really rather painful.
I mean it this time. NO MORE VODKA FOR COLLEEN!
~Hathy_Col~
In other news, I have eaten some grapes. Now I am debating eating some toast. Maybe. Feel slightly hungry, but then I actually imagine the act of eating and I feel queasy again. This would be a bloody GREAT diet plan if you don't remember that alcohol is horribly fattening. And from cramping up all day in faint nausea, all the muscles are really rather painful.
I mean it this time. NO MORE VODKA FOR COLLEEN!
~Hathy_Col~
