Weekends

And the awesome weekend draws to a close…However I shouldn’t complain too much. I mean, it’s not like my day job really takes it out of me. Considering I come to work just to write this blog and play online scrabble, it’s obvious to all that I don’t consider work taxing.

I have to get back on a treadmill (when I say treadmill, I mean run the four blocks around my flat until I pass out for sheer exhaustion). Family weekends are fantastic, but when every meal has three courses and at least 6 glasses of wine, it’s fairly easy to start looking like the Easter bunny. And not in a hot “look at my fluffy tail, I’m playboy bunny” kind of way. More like a plump furry thing that twitches every time it smells food. Speaking of which, I haven’t eaten in at least 20 minutes which means my stomach is grumbling and groaning of sheer starvation. No point in going cold turkey on it, I’ll have to ease into this diet. Mmmm….cold turkey. Mayonnaise. Panini…Ok stop. Concentrate.

I thought my weekend of drinking wine would also have upped my stamina and I would be able to sustainably drink now. Lent make a huge dent in my ability to down sh*t, but I have been working on it so that I don’t have half a glass of wine and look like a dribbling lush. Anyway, last night I had about a billion bottles of red with the Physicist, and so I’m feeling slightly like cottonwool this morning. Funny, I used to think that most of my hangover was just a ‘smoke hangover’ and once I stopped smoking I would wake up feeling like a princess as soon as I stopped. Lies. All lies. I feel worse these days, like a little Frenchmen is dancing on my brain. The only sensible solution is to drink steadily until I no longer have hangovers. When you think about it, it really is the only choice.

Inspirational picture for the day:

Enjoy!