Death on a stick

Right now I'm tucked up in bed reading The Virgin Suicides - although, presently, I'm evidently not - and enjoying a glass of milk. The plan was to return home from Tom's, hangover free and ready to continue producing a podcast, however, those final two drinks from last night (double vodkas. Quadruple vodka?) pushed me over the edge and left me spending the entirety of my Sunday in bed, only leaving to travel from Tom's bed to my own. Mind you, I did have a quick pit stop at the newsagents so I could grab a tube of Pringles and a Dr Pepper. Texas BBQ and an appointment with the misunderstood doctor always manages to more or less cure me of my self inflicted illnesses...

This week I'm hoping to have at least fifteen minutes of solid podcast goodness, even if it's just me waffling for a while, a couple of songs and a feature entitled 'Cats I've Seen' (I'm having a creative block and you know what they say: desperate times, desperate measures) I'll probably post it on here where it will be heard by no one apart from someone who has accidentally stumbled upon this tiny corner of the internet but even then it's likely that that poor soul would have closed the window immediately.

I don't really have anything other than that to say today, really. This week has been an incredibly dull one due to illness, something which I still haven't shaken and was probably worsened by my adventures into binge drinking last night. Tuesday was lovely, Tom came round and we watched I Love You, Man or at least half of it but the rest of the week was heavily uneventful; on Friday I stayed in and watched Over the Rainbow, something which I regret as I am now hooked, and yesterday I recorded my dad doing the narration parts for my college radio drama project. He has such a lovely voice!

Last night was excellent! I won't be tedious and detail every moment of it and, instead, will leave you with a picture of myself and my absolutely beautiful friend.