Hung Over

Last night was great. Some bits are a bit blurry though.

I’ve had about three hours sleep and had to get up to answer the door to a salesman of all people. He kept me talking in the freezing cold with my toes feeling like they’d fall off. Eventually I got rid of him and thought I’d have a cup of coffee.

My head is pounding and I fill a little sick.

It’s not all bad, because I met a guy called Evan. Seems nice, good kisser and from his trouser bulge I think he likes me. More later but for now I think a darkened room and lots of water to drink is what I need.