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Tuesday 23rd October 2001
Remarkably, I wasn't hungover at all this morning when I was woken up by Owen enquiring as to my wellbeing. Considering the amount I drank last night I found that somewhat remarkable. I rang 'Tophe at 2pm as arranged and he reminded me that I rang him at some ungodly hour to ask whether I could take photos of him for Owen. I vaguely remember that. Then I sent some text messages as well, apparently. Downstairs I found a PostIt note attached to the kitchen door that said, in scrawly handwriting, "You are pissed. Be careful! Broken glass = hurty feet!" It was kind of me, I suppose. The kitchen was a bit of a state so I mopped and swept and brought everything back to vaguely normal again. I can't believe I consumed that much alcohol in one sitting. And anyway, I wasn't drinking by myself, per se, as I had Owen on the phone so technically there was someone else here. Brian's in the evening for tea and food. I am supposedly having an early night but I can't actually sleep! I am wearing my glasses for the first time in ages as I've run out of lenses. I am assured there are some more on their way, but in the meantime I'm quite happy being told I look like a student! | |||
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