Bloody Mary anyone?

Oh Lord did I drink too much yesterday! Ben came over from the Lamb for work related reasons, and as it was both of our days off we decided to do a bit of a pub crawl afterward. So at 10:30 I was sitting outside in the sun drinking my first pint of Youngs Pilsner. From that point until I was kicked out of the ship at 11pm I didn't stop drinking (except for a J20 during lunch). This morning I feel like a complete wreck! I woke up at about 10am to the realization that I had to get out of bed because I'd promised to drive Ilze and a friend of hers through to Bournemouth (#&@%ing hell!). By the time I dragged my ass out of bed into the shower and gotten ready it had started raining and the Bournemouth trip was off. Thank God.

So now I'm parked in my room feeling rather domestic as I do my ironing, and chilling to Xfm (which I can now listen to on Sky).

Ooooo... my Sky personal planner has just informed me that Harry Potter is about to come on. Niiice.

I'm comtemplating going to watch 2 Fast 2 Furious later today too. I know it's been slated by Rotten Tomotoes and just about every single other respected reviewer, but you need to understand that the first film is one of my favourite flicks of all time. Given, it has negligible story line or plot, but it's unpretentious and doesn't pretend to. It's about tits, ass, and fast cars.

Things between Sarah and I are still rather tense. We're barely talking, and working with her is strange, but I think things will get better.

Anyways. I must run.