Bad. Followed by good

My neighbour invited me to breakfast today. We had champaigne with the orange juice cos he was celebrating. Then we some more OJ. I didn't even realise he'd laced it with vodka until he told me.

Due to the recent diet thing it went straight to my head. And I was due to see S.

I managed to get to see S but I was out of it.

Totally.

I feel SO guilty.

S seems to be ok with it but I feel like a big shit. And my neighbour has been out since I got home so I've not had the chance to kick his arse either.

The good:
I had a fantabulous avo with S. Enjoyed it lots. She's a great friend.

My mate from Ireland called me. 4 hours later we'd caught up on all our news and even talked about all the shit in his science magazine. Shit such as: "Do insects ever get fat?" I feel I answered them all in a scientific and precise manner. Ha ha ha ha!