hathycol | (no subject)

Hello all in the world. It is Christmas now, like, officially. To be fair, my Christmas holidays started at precisely 9.00am on Thursday morning when I sailed out of work with a cheery "See you in Janurary, Roy!" which is in fact a lie because the work Christmas party is tonight. Sorry, that's a digression.

Anyway, it is now officially Christmas, despite my lack of essay. It's been a funny few days. Thursday was lovely as a day. I lazed around in bed almost all day because I shattered; I woke up after a short night of sleep due to a quiet DocSoc the night before which had the lowest attendance EVAR. My sleeping involved exiling Simon to the kitchen for most of it, because I required napping time, and then got taken out for a meal despite my throwing him out for napping related purposes. Thursday was also the most awesome non-IBS day EVER because the ever-wonderful

sevenhelz sent me a package of FOOD. Not just food, though. GLUTEN FREE DELICIOUS FOOD. I have been munching of biscuits and crumpets without even a twinge. Then Simon took me a for a curry, which is also delicious and gluten-free and basically I won at life that day.

Then I went to bed and then Corinne came home. I have never, ever, in all my life including a fairly prolific career as an underage drinker with friends who all indulged in more excessive underage drinking, seen anyone that drunk. Three of us had to physically haul her into bed, take off her boots, make sure she wasn't sick, feed her water out a plastic cup, all that gumph.

Good fun.

Yesterday was Friday. I woke up stupidly early to take people to the airport, zoomed home, slept, went to Dundee and bought my own weight in Christmas food, came home again and went Bopping. I drank FAR too much and am now regretting this. Argh my head.

I have to write an essay at some point in the very near future. I know I have an extension forever, but I don't want it hanging around. However, I have plans to go to the Aquarium today (why not?) and then it is the work staff party. Tomorrow we are making a massive Christmas dinner (the turkey is defrosting merrily on the table) and then I will be drunk again.

Hmmm. I hope he will accept my e-mailed submission as I write the buggar frantically at home.

I have had no Christmas cards delivered, although I'm glad to hear they're arriving elsewhere. Ho hum. I did get a Build Your Own Stonehenge kit from my Secret Santa (who was Katie) so at least I have some stone age building to get down with.