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"Katie," I said, rifling through racks of jewellery at Claire's Accessories and listening to the early Noughties pop music, "is it me, or where we dancing to this song last night?"

She winced. "Yes."

"It it me," I continued, "or was it a million times better last night?"

"Alcohol," she said sagely.

"Ah."

And that conversation should sum up my current mental processes. It is a little amazing that I am alive right now. To explain:

Last night, Sarah finished her exams. I had been in the process of having a Pajama Day, but through one thing and another, it never really happened. We ended up heading out to the Bop, which is free on a Tuesday night. We turned up at what, about 9.30pm? It was fairly quiet, but oh sweet lord did that union get frantic later on. Fortunately, er, I was drunk. Quite drunk, in fact, and danced around with entirely random people in a quest to Enjoy Myself So Help Me God, and I did honestly have a good time, as evidenced by my blisters and aching head.

I was, at one point, dancing around with Katie, howling all the words to, er, the new Avril Lavigne song. Oh, god.

In one of my rare flickers of intelligence, I left at about 12.30am so that I could sleep just a little before I went to work.

And don't het me started on how awful work was this morning. When my boss is offering to make me tea on the basis that I look like absolute shit and there's only two of us to clean an absolutely blitzed Union, you know it isn't good. After that, I collapsed back into bd and still managed to find myself in Dundee in a quest to Have Stuff To Wear On Holiday. I now have a practical summer dress and a box of hair dye, because I've been meaning to make it a bit darker for a while now.

Nfurghe. I think I'm going to go and die in a corner now. There are plans to goand see 300 at the late showing this evening, but I think my brain might explode a little bit.

Totally worth it. Honestly.