Rambling

Derby was ok. spent the day in agony cos my shoes were uncomfortable and wouldnt stay on properly. We had two bottles of champagne between us which I didn't drink all of, I stopped drinking at dinner but the night managed to end with me being sick in a rubbish bin and rushing to the toilets to clean up my face. YUK. I was embarrassed, and felt bad but I honestly felt ok until just this moment where I felt I was about to faint and then it was like, no...I am going to be sick...run. At least I didn't do it in the line for the pub we were waiting to get into. (K')s response was to say I need to toughen up when I travel cos I hadnt had much...for fuck sake I am only little and I dont normally polish off a whole bottle on my own unlike her on occasion it is not something I am used to or that I normally do. I was very embarrassed.

This week has just been exhausting. I have had late starts and stuff to do each morning so I have had to get up early, kinda like burning the candle at both ends. 

I am taking it easy today cos I felt like a fucking truck hit me when i got home and went to bed. It is too long a day and I can't keep up with her. Not that I try to. Anyways over now.