So Fat Arsed Friday turned into Drink Your Own Body Weight In Booze Friday and I’ve spend the rest of the weekend in bed recovering. I didn’t mean to drink much… I just started and forgot to stop. But I had a ball … then had pizza and lemon meringue pie to top it all off.
Saturday morning, okay Saturday afternoon, I woke up feeling a bit seedy. I’ll be honest, I didn’t even feel that sick. I just woke up and wanted to opt out, so I stayed in bed ALL day. Well except for a quick dash to the milk bar for supplies. Cos you have to keep up your energy to lay in bed watching Buffy.
Yesterday I decided I should get up and do stuff. Doing stuff is important. Then I decided to have a nap first. Made it out of bed about 5 in the arvo and did some cooking then more telly – Star Wars marathon on cable.
It was grand. I can take a weekend off and survive! I don’t need to be on top things every single day of my life.
The only problem is that next weekend is my birthday and I don’t want to make a habit of this sloth thing.