Brains and tea

Out again last night, cos I’m such a fucking party animal! Went to a teeny tiny comedy club in Shoreditch, two acts out of three were hilarious, one was SO awful and awkward and in the end I was only laughing at my friend who was laughing at my face of “what the fuck even is this shit”. 

Tube to Soho. Find an empty box of Preparation H on my seat. Innocently read the box.
“Moisturises skin”….. oh okay.
“Cools anal irritation”…. OH, OH NO.

Got to O’Neill’s, I realised I’m a dick and left my ID at home but had my uni card with me. Bouncer turns me away cos ‘not everyone at uni is 18, there’s no law’ and ‘sorry, love, you don’t look anywhere near 19’. What the fuck?? What? 

Never mind, Craig has quit his job and is in London right now on his way to see me, everything is amazing.

Feel like lying in my bed of pain all day but stupidly said I’d go have coffee and socialise with random strangers at 3, oh god. 

Good night last night though. 

Get sweet text from boyfriend.

Burst into tears.

EMOTIONALLY RUINED, SEE. 

Did not stop crying for an hour and a half. Just been emotionally destroyed, no big deal.

Gotta write a precis. Goes against every single essay writing technique I’ve had pummelled into me for 6 years. No quoting, no footnotes, just 600 words to ramble about what Diderot was trying to say. This should be quite liberating but my brain is rebelling.

Good day spent walking round Chinatown, having a fat old Chinese meal at lunchtime (who knew?), cocktails at TGI’s and wandering around Soho going into countless, completely rammed bars with some of the best people you will ever meet. And now it is so early and I’m going to sleep but I was pissed by 6 p.m so my brain thinks it’s about 4 a.m now.

Love.