Day Seven

Okay guys. Today is the day I'm going to look into the mirror and say to myself, I've got something going on.

It has been 34 hours since I last used make-up and styled my hair. 42 hours since I last showered. I've been in the same dress, same coat, same shoes and same coat of mascara since yesterday morning.

Yet I still looked sex enough to be asked out. Like I'd say yes, but I walked away with a crapload more confidence. Win win.

Other than that nothing interesting has happened, except for the fact that the friend of my admirer came in with a bad rash resulting from chest-shaving; and I spent a good hour or so helping a lady with grotesquely deformed feet try on the same two pairs of shoes over and over and over again.

Last night was tiring. We spent a few hours at Ryan's for drinks and pizza, where I saw Ally and Lily for the first time since Eddie and I broke up. It was geek-fest. They brought in from work Maxolon and omeprazole to take before drinking to avoid throwing up later. I was like what the fuck.

Most thought I was Mike's girlfriend. Jenny joined us awhile later and we sat around chatting to the girls.

We did end up going to St James, although lining up took so long that we nearly gave up. It wasn't much fun after standing outside for over an hour in the cold, in stilettos. I couldn't drink much because my stomach could no longer accomodate volumes exceeding that you're allowed to take onto a plane, and I was exhausted. It was a bit of a blur, really. I remember bumping into Ray from my PP tute, out of all people. At some stage Bao and I accepted some Maxolon from Mike and Derrian. Bao called it moclobemide, and Mike who was already goneskies still somehow managed to correct him. It's metoclopramide you fucking dumbshit. Then Bao and I spent awhile figuring out what moclobemide was. It's a MAO-A inhibitor.

God that was messy.