Ow ow ow
As I embark on my second hangover of the week, I concede I may have a little drinking problem.
Here's how I deal with a bleak day of depression:
Drink two bottles of champagne.
Get on ebay.
Put an offer in on a teens/1920s black and white fur muff that has THREE mink heads, the middle one snarling. Yes, a muff with teeth. Celebrate uproariously with friends on facebook when the seller, no doubt delighted to finally offload this gruesomeness, accepts the BIN in about 15 minutes.
Call BFF. Ramble drunkenly at her for two hours about how fucking awesome your new taxidermy thing is. Announce that next year, you are going to parade down the middle of fucking Napier wearing the black velvet dress with ermine trim, flourishing the taxidermy muff.
Decide to watch "Amadeus" on Youtube in 8 minute increments. Refuse to go to bed until you've seen it all.
When I emerged this morning the flatmates were sniggering about the "evidence pile" I'd left beside the computer of champagne bottles and various glasses.
Ow. My head hurts. I think I need to detox this weekend. Somehow I'm not sure my therapist would approve of the above course of treatment.
Here's how I deal with a bleak day of depression:
Drink two bottles of champagne.
Get on ebay.
Put an offer in on a teens/1920s black and white fur muff that has THREE mink heads, the middle one snarling. Yes, a muff with teeth. Celebrate uproariously with friends on facebook when the seller, no doubt delighted to finally offload this gruesomeness, accepts the BIN in about 15 minutes.
Call BFF. Ramble drunkenly at her for two hours about how fucking awesome your new taxidermy thing is. Announce that next year, you are going to parade down the middle of fucking Napier wearing the black velvet dress with ermine trim, flourishing the taxidermy muff.
Decide to watch "Amadeus" on Youtube in 8 minute increments. Refuse to go to bed until you've seen it all.
When I emerged this morning the flatmates were sniggering about the "evidence pile" I'd left beside the computer of champagne bottles and various glasses.
Ow. My head hurts. I think I need to detox this weekend. Somehow I'm not sure my therapist would approve of the above course of treatment.