Goodness gracious me, I'm at work and I'm drunk.

I had 3 bottles of wine and nothing to eat.

This morning I woke up in a nest of my sheets, having torn them from my bed during the night and curled up on top of the pile. I have no recollection of doing this, I'm just making an assumption.

Prim Lithe Flatmate was in the shower for ages, just for a change, shaving her legs like she does everyday. I decided to make a tent out of my dressing gown, towels, and the hoover. This worked remarkedly well and I especially enojyed barking "AT LAST!" when she eventually emerged in her obscenely short towel. Ooh, look at my thin legs, look at me, I run. Whatever, I'm in a tent!

I bumped into my dignified supervisory-status colleague on the way into the building. She commented on the horrible rain that I hadn't actually noticed until then. As she was talking to me I veered into a bin. Then I veered in the direction of the greasy cafe.

Scoffage of sausage and bacon and brown sauce and bread.

Forgot an important password thus rendering me incapable of work for, ooh, I'd say 10 minutes.

Catnap.

Peppermint tea.

After I click save, I'm going to create a sign to stick on my back for students to read before I turn around to greet them. This will merely say 'Danger: Headache. Do not ask stupid questions, or I may snarl at you'. Alternatively, I may hide under the reception.

Ooh the post is here. Payslips!