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Dear Diary,
Knackerddrunkexplaintomorro.
Dear Diary,
Oh dear, I'm starting to remember things. Best as I can remember yesterday went like this:
Friday - Fianlly. Third day of the diet and this time I HAD to stick to it. Skipped breakfast in fear of reaching for the frosties when i opened the cupboard for the muesli and waked to work with my stomach growling at me begging to be filled. I didn't give in though - well at least not until i got to my desk and found a half eaten kitkat at the bottom of my drawer...
Was very surprised to spend the morning without an early visit from Will, maybe he heard about yesterdays lunch with Johnathan from archives. He didn't appear until two o'clock, obviously having had an appalling morning. When he did find me he told me to 'get doing some work' and to 'sound as though i knew what i was on about' when his new clients came.
Spent the afternoon trying very hard to impress the new clients by
'pretending' i knew what i was doing and didn't actually get to leave the
office until 6 by which time i had forgotten about lunch and chocolate,
things were starting to look up on the diet scheme of things.
Stepped out of the office door only to be greeted by Paul from archives
'I'll see you tonight then' and thats when it dawned on me - the office party was tonight.
Tried to think of any possible excuse to miss the party but having failed
miserably i entered the King's Arms at 8 o'clock praying to whatever God may exist that neither Paul nor Will would be there. God mustn't have been on my side because they were stood there, together no less,about three meters inside the door.
Spent the first half of the night chatting to Judy from accounts who I know
doesn't like me, but no one likes her either so she was glad of anybody's
company and slowly slipping back the vodkas. Must have had a few more than
I realised because by about 10 i ended up on the dance floor chatting to (or should that be 'up') Paul from archives whilst getting a few rather evil glares from Will. A few more vodkas later and i was leaning on said man from archives for fear of falling floorwards when Hot Chocolates 'sexy thing' came on. I some how ended up undoing Paul's tie, shirt buttons and belt and practically demanding sex on the dance floor. After politely telling me he thought it too public Paul removed me from the party. Somehow ended up back at my flat. Realised i had drunk about 6 days worth of calories in all the vodka and that the diet would have to wait until tomorrow. Again.
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