Don’t you just hate those days where you feel completely miserable and lost and can’t even have a break by getting outside because of the pouring rain? Even a cup of Earl Grey and Vanilla tea in my favourite teacup sat watching the rain didn’t manage to lift my mood that much. Or even indulging in my current can’t-put-it-down book. And it’s all my fault…

At some point last night I remember thinking, “oh fiddlesticks, tomorrow’s hangover is going to be a killer.” Yet, it didn’t stop my alcohol fuelled brain into telling me that one more glass of Rose would not help the coming problem. And so I had another….three. Waking up today on a rather deflated air bed was made a million times worse by the sickly feeling in my stomach and the persistent pounding in my head. I remembered one of the boys asking me out the night before and politely declining several times over. Like my headache, he was also very persistent.

Dribbling drunk guy: “Do you really not want to go on a date with me?”
Me: “No. Thank you.”
Dribbling drunk guy: “So, why? Don’t you fancy me?”
Me: “No…I don’t. I’m not interested.”
Dribbling drunk guy: “Just one date?”
Me: “For God sake…NO!!!”
Dribbling drunk guy: “I’ll show you a good time love”
Me: “And I’ll show you a black eye. Love.”

I really do not understand why the word “no” is so terribly difficult to understand.