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Wednesday 26.12.01 I love cold roast potatoes. Saturday 29.12.01 Ugh. This endless charade of getting up at an unhealthy hour of the morning, jumping on the tube and going to sell books in central London has to stop. I am already exhausted and the day has not yet begun. However, mustn't bitch, as am off to Oxford for New Years' (YIPPEE!!!) to get off my face with Henry and pull some gorgeous-looking people. Yes. Monday 31.12.01 Right, last minute-rush as am off to Oxford in a few hours' time. I know I promised to re-vamp this site somewhat over Christmas, but it hasn't got done. I do, however, have a design prepared, and so it's just a matter of taking the whole thing off-line for about an hour one day at University (ie when I'm not paying to use the net) and stick it all on. Something to look forward to...perhaps. Really must also think of some resolutions as well - came up with some crackers throughout the year, but somehow I can't think of any now - well, any I can repeat, anyway... Tuesday 1.1.02 Not the best start to the year. At one o'clock this afternoon, having got piss-drunk, fallen under a table whilst trying to stop dancing through the pub and eaten enough chocolate to make me expand to the size of a hot-air balloon, I finally got up, hungover but happy. And ate a chocolate croissant. Oh dear. Must stop eating choccy now, actually, as ate loads yesterday too. Must stop drinking too. Must start going to he gym. Note these aren't resolutions, though, as there's no way I'm going keep any of them. |
