I am paying dearly for an indulgent weekend.

Friday night I had a two hour phone conversation with my best friend Daniella. I miss talking to her, we have always been so close, more like sisters than friends, people were always surprised when they found out we weren't related. We caught up on each other lives, had a good natter about our old classmates and other friends, talked about our families and just talked about nothing.

On Saturday night the girls came round, food and drink with chick flicks were the order of the day, we relaxed, took the piss out of the blokes in the office and as the drink flowed our conversations degenerated to the lowest level.

Sunday, I went into town to look for a new mobile, mine is about to give up the ghost, it's over three years old now and has the most annoying habit of cutting people off at the most crucial of times. I also went clothes shopping.

I dread clothes shopping but this was my lucky day, I picked up a denim skirt (not known for it's stretchy qualities) in my usual size and lo and behold it was too big for me, this diet appears to be working, I have dropped a full dress size in three weeks.

I Rock.

So to treat myself I wandered into town that night with Nick and Gordy, two blokes from my section, for a "few" drinks. 8 hours, 4 bars and several beers later, about 2am and £50 later, I finally walked or rather fell into my house, I fell asleep on the bed fully clothed but must have woken up during the night, although I don't remember, and put on Rupert's woolly jumper possibly thinking it was my nightie.

My alarm went off at 8am and I nearly threw up in the bath when I was trying to wash my hair, the room started to spin and I was going all hot, luckily the loo is next to the bath so I escaped what would have been a very nasty accident.

That set the tone for the day, every 15 minutes would find me in the Ladies throwing up.

We are going out again Wednesday night.

I don't know if it's because I am hung over or what but I was just watching Ally McBeal (I never watch Ally McBeal) and I started to cry, apparently her BF Billy had just died or something, and it really got to me. I can't think why it should have affected me like that. Chicks eh...?

I think it's time to call it a night, I am going to have a warm bath and use the bubble machine Rupert bought me and head to bed.

Night All.....

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