So, after cooking the aforementioned bacon on Sunday afternoon, I've spent my days throwing up my internal organs, when they weren't coming out of the other end. I know, that's way too much information, but seriously, if I can't post it here, where can I post it?!
M and CJ seem to have escaped miraculously unharmed, and have spent the past two days texting and emailing me what they think are hilarious puns about bacon. I can assure you they are not funny in the slightest, but then maybe I'm just a little on the sore side right now.
Touch wood, I've got through today without anymore explosions of my insides, so hopefully I'll be well enough to go back to work tomorrow. In the meantime though I am going back to my sofa, to wrap myself in my duvet, watch endless CSI repeats and drink flat lemonade. I can tell everyone envies me!
Sunday, 17 June 2012
I've been thinking about coming back here for a long time. It would be slightly incongruous to call this post an introduction, as I've been here before, and honestly this feels like a total case of déjà vu.
I'm trying to write this without it sounding like I'm standing up at an alcoholics anonymous meeting. "Hi, my name is Allie and I like whiskey!"
So, as stated, my name is Allie. I'm a receptionist for a record company in the capital, and I share a flat with the world's worst flatmate, O. Yes, two years later I'm still living with him, although the lease on this place runs out at the end of the year, so things may change then. When I'm not at work I spend time with my two best friends, the gorgeous and witty CJ, and the totally gay and so camp everyone knows it M.
As it's a Sunday afternoon, we are all in various states of recovery from a trip to the local pub last night. CJ and M crashed at my place, so I have CJ still in my bed, pulling the duvet over her head and telling me she's never drinking again and M smoking cigarette after cigarette on my sofa, demanding he be bought cups of tea and bacon sandwiches.
Having spent the majority of my late teens and early twenties as a barmaid, I know all too well when to stop drinking, and although I have a slight headache, I am generally feeling as well as can be expected after a night out.
And now, I have to go and cook bacon and make decent coffee before my friends murder me!