A heavy night

My friend Lee, whom I haven't seen in 10 years but we chat daily on a talker, came to visit lastnight. It was fab to see him and we had plenty to catch up on. (I guess topics of conversations are different on-line compared to IRL).

I introduced him to J and we soon headed to Pizza Express to grab a bite to eat. We all seemed to forget it was a work night, and several beers later we staggered into a taxi and home.

None of us really remember what happened after that but this morning there was evidence of munchies, further drinking (wine and whisky) and stinking, rotten hangovers from hell!

I saw Lee off at 8, and spent the next hour and a half trying to feel better and gave up and headed to work. What a useless morning! I couldn't concentrate on anything! So much so that I asked my manager if I could go home and get some sleep before working from home.

I feel like it was worth it, cos I had a fantasic night! But, as I still feel ill I have decided not to go to karate or do a run today. Instead I'll watch tv tonight and feel sorry for myself. Ahhh...