Perhaps this is because I am quite literally Queen Pollyanna these days.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, the first few hours were dreadful, I felt so unwell, it was ghastly, and like young’uns the world over all I could think was ‘I’m never drinking again’. I nearly put it as my facebook status – that’s how serious I was about not ever ever ever touching a drop of alcohol ever again in my life.
It’s my own stupid fault, of course, but I had to check out the Dev Cat, because – and they’re entirely right – they say it’s full of beer. They say there’s a beer menu. Oh deary me. How right they all were.
However, advantages: I think I needed a day to straighten out. There are things I could have done tonight, I could have rushed about as I always do all day, but instead I have had a day in the house, slowly pottering my way through, putting a wash on, tidying my room, ordering a text book. None of them are absolutely vital right this minute, so I would probably have never got around to doing any of these things if it wasn’t for the fact that I don’t feel quite up to doing anything else.
I have somewhat depleted my stocks of painkillers, though, so now it’s off to the shops for me, for painkillers and a flannel (yet another thing I forgot).
Apparently tomorrow I’m getting a shipment by post of all the things I left at home. The postage is possibly worth more than the value of the things contained in said parcel. I’m quite excited.