Confession

Ok, ok, this morning I am really hungover. I am incredibly tired. My eyes are ridiculously puffy and I look haggard despite a liberal application of my ultra-light, luminating mousse moisteriser enticingly titled 'pureglow'. Pureglow nuttin'.

However, I am drinking my coffee and am going to open up the rabbiting I did yesterday with a view to editing it into some semblence of academic thought. Bah.

Last night was very theraputic by the way, so it served its purpose.

Better go. Wow, I am just so tired and stupid this morning. Hangovers used to be about sleeping and eating crisps. Now they are about trying to piece together my face and, well, my entire sense of self.

x J