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The only really good thing about a corking hangover is how wonderful the world seems once it's gone. I went to a party in Manchester on Saturday night (I am so proud of myself for driving all the way to Salford) and got embarrassingly hammered and won the box game. Have you ever played the box game? Basically, you get a cardboard box - cereal boxes are best - and cut the top off it. You have to pick the box up with your teeth, without touching the ground. You then take a bit off the box at a time. Hilarity ensues. My tremendous desire to win has left me as the walking wounded, however, as I have really hurt my legs doing it. Good night though.

Um, anyway. Sunday was written off to the hangover from hell, so when I woke up today I just felt utterly wonderful for a moment. This disappeared when I got dressed and left the house three minutes later to take my car for its MOT, but still. Incidentally, the car failed its MOT, but not at all on what I was expecting it to. In fact, I was fairly confident it was going to fail on the brakes, but apparently they are fine and my steering it out. Er, no, you fixed that six months ago, I said, and picked up the receipt from the January service and went and had an argument at the counter. Unfortunately I know nothing about cars so frankly I didn't have a leg to stand on, but I felt better about it anyway.

People are being very lovely about fic, which I sort of don't understand on the basis that I was convinced it was awful. Allow me to explain. Lwaxana Troi is maybe the best character ever, and in my head I knew exactly how the fic was going to go, but then it turned into this lumbering beast because I'm quite good at conversations, etc, but I'm very bad at actions, and battle scenes, and the weekend I had put aside to force myself through that stuff was taken up entirely by tonsillitus. So on Wednesday I freaked out and wrote the scenes I wanted to write, that I had imagined in my head, and sketched out the bits in the middle as loosely as possible and hoped that other people would fill in the gaps. Amazingly, that's what has happened which I'm so grateful for, but... um. I don't know when I developed this fear of writing, because I love it so much, but there we go.

Anyway. I need to go and have a shower and head out into Ormskirk, because I need to swap library books and buy a frame, and then at least the car is paid off.

OH I REMEMBER THAT I HAVE NOT MENTIONED THIS BEFORE. Richie and I have decided to Go On Holiday. We've decided that the middle of August is the best time to do this because a. I have booked a week off work as it's my birthday and also I am owed some holiday b. we are possibly insane. We went for Greece originally (hell, why not take advantage of fiscal meltdown) then focussed in on Crete as it has History And Stuff and also apparently stuff is cheap there. We're also looking at going on a package deal, because much as I enjoy sorting out my own travel it would be nice just to let someone else worry about airport transfers. The plan is to find a good deal and just go for it, and then we can do the day trip sort of stuff and combine it with lazing on the beaches, depending on how many small children are running about whatever hotel we end up in. I haven't been on a summer holiday since 2007, and I haven't been on a package holiday since 2005, so frankly I feel I am overdue. I am ever so excited, even if it is two months away.

Hangovers, fanfiction and package holidays. Good grief.