Mea Culpa

Tuesday
Insane day. No sleep the night before. Physio at 9am, always good to have your back twiddled, but it tends to make me quite drowsy. Then rush back to the flat, drowsily, get changed into day-to-evening outfit, then to Earls Court for Confex. Dawdle there, chat to people, meet mate for lunch, bump into Dad (in the same business, you see). Get knackered walking in heels, because I don't wear heels. Go into town to wander in H&M for kicks as I can't spend any money. Spend £3 anyway on a pair of 'statement' earrings that will change my outfits dramatically when needed. Go to Leon and have a ginger steeper and take ibuprofen, as carrying showbags on one shoulder is kicking off a migraine. Get on tube and head to Bank, and into Gaucho to meet events girl to show me their spaces before my friends arrive for dinner. Friends arrive, we have free wine tasting session after yummy cheese bread and chimmichurri. Free wine session good, we get two bottles. Food is awesome (though I can't eat meat, so have the fish dish, which is transporting), we all get very drunk, my mate's 2-month-old daughter is asleep through the whole thing. Back to Mike's for a stupid little niggly argument, all sorted, crash out...

Wednesday
PAIN. UNREASONABLE PAIN. I don't drink red wone because of the hangovers. Last night, that's all I drank. Feel like hell. So does Mike. And I only had two glasses. Try to nap but back in on fire. By lunchtime, realise I'm not going to make it out for Confex again. Order in sushi as it's the only thing I can think to eat that isn't spicy or greasy but will supply me with neccessary protein and carbs. It's a very good call. Think for an awful moment I've lost my iPod. Turns up in the loo. No idea why. Stop feeling sick, just a bit wrong, head into town for 6.30, meet Mike. Malaysian/thai place for light dinner of pad thai noodles and green papaya salad. Go to Avenue Q. Show is great. Say bye to Mike as frankly I need to get home and change out of two-day outfit. He looks all folorn as I do saying goodbye as we've had such a nice day, having jokingly decided over dinner that if we ever get married, Gaucho's free private rooms are the way to go, meat clearly being the answer to his heart. Get home, tidy room a bit, try to sleep, fail.

Thursday
I'm here. Typing. Should really be changing for Confex as have two colleagues-to-friends to meet there. So this is the last few days, and today might be interesting.

Have realised I've started grinding my teeth in the night. And absent mindedly during the day. Not good.

Laters.