Today is the first day that I don’t actually have to post and yet I am. What’s that about?!?
Still I have a couple of things to say.
I failed with the no smoking last night. Super pissed off at myself but don’t worry, this is not the end. I just couldn’t sleep for love nor money and I came down to make a hot drink to try and get me to sleep and there mocking me on the side was the Archeologist’s tobacco that he accidentally left here last night. My resolve broke, I had half a cigarette, and went immediately to sleep.
So this morning I went to Boots and I bought one of those fake, plastic cigarettes and some Nytol. So attempt two starts either today or tomorrow (not sure yet!) and this time I am prepared. I have the Nytol to help me sleep and I have the nicotine inhaler so if they don’t work one little puff and sleep is my friend again. Fingers crossed that will work. Oh, and thanks to all of you that have given me advice. I am taking it all into consideration.
Well my other little jem for today is a little story about last night.
I came home ill from work at lunchtime and collapsed into bed. I was feeling super bad, it was almost like I was feeling dizzy even though I was laying down. That was some freaky shit I tell you. Anyway I dragged my sorry arse out of bed at dinner time and made myself some food. I was still wearing my ‘jama’s and a jumper and my slippers but what the heck it is my house and I am ill dammit. Girlie number 2 had invited a couple of people round, Dawnie and the Archeologist who have both seen me looking rough as before anyway so I thought sod it, I’m staying dressed like this!
Girlie number 2 had forgotten to tell me that her new man (ohh, new nickname…um……), Karate Kid was also popping round. Well by the time I had answered the door dressed like I was there was no point pretending anything and getting changed.
Well much fun and friviolity and the drinking of the beer happened (I had a couple of bottles for medicinal purposes!) and it was all very nice. Around 10.30 I got up and went to the toilet. Whilst there I looked down and realised that I had a HUGE tear in my ‘jama bottoms on the arse area. How embarrassing? How could I deal with this? The only way I know how – by bursting back into the room and accusing all my friends of being evil for not telling me that I had a hole in my trousers. Well as it turned out, none of them had noticed except Karate Kid when I let him in when he arrived. Oh THE SHAME.
Still it made everyone laugh a lot, and I luckily had pants on underneath, and after they made me show the hole off in all it’s glory to everyone in the room I was allowed to go and change.
RIP my favourite pj bottoms – you will be sorely missed.