Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

OK, it's entirely 803am's fault that I'm as sluggish as a very sluggish thing today. We went drinking yesterday, spent about 7 hours in the pub. I managed to resist her insistence that I had to drink a pint for every one of her double vodkas, which is probably the only reason I'm alive, but for all that, I really don't have a lot of energy today. And she, naturally, didn't even get a headache. I hate her :P

We had vast amounts of food and even got comped a free round after they lost our original food order :D I do like The Cork, it looks after its customers! The warm five-layer chocolate cake defeated me but 803am's didn't stand a chance. In between all this, there was ridiculous amounts of yakking, 803am demonstrated her amazing music recognition skillz and between us we finally managed to remember that the band that had hits with "The Beach" and "Never Ever" was the All Saints :)

I didn't sleep well due to a splitting headache, which didn't really clear until the well into sparrowfart o'clock, which I wouldn't have minded much but even 803am agreed I wasn't close to drunk. *grumbles* So this morning was cancelled and this afternoon has been about proof-reading a fic for halcyon_shift and staring vacantly at the web. Two mugs of tea and food haven't helped. *sighs*

803am is an evil, evil person. I swear she forced me to drink oodles of cider and inhale an all day breakfast. OH YES SHE DID! :P

I had a lovely evening meeting her for the first time, but that said, if anyone wants me I'll be over there under my duvet, whimpering. *clutches head, clings to tea*