last night, i went to fee's house and got mind-numbingly drunk. i wasn't sick, no, thank god, and i don't have a hangover! i had a psychology test first thing and i was still considerably less sober than everyone else in the room - i hope i passed, i really can't remember any questions i answered - then history got cut short because everyone was leaving to go to this huge important debate on whether we should go to war on iraq, with mps talking and representatives and all this hoo-ha.

i went home and had an hour-long bath.

i have this bar of cleansing soap that i've never used so i figured i'd give it a go - i always feel incredibly unclean and layered in grime post-drunkenness (although last night at fee's, i decided i'd have a shower at 11pm. then at possibly 12am, i decided i'd go have another shower, to shave my legs. then this morning at 6:50am, i had another shower. believe me? i wish i was lying.

anyway. the soap.

it hurts.

seriously.

it unblocked my pores, certainly, but then when i went to rinse with water, i was immediately like 'oh my GOD!! ow ow owwwwwwwww!!!'

well. i've got work at 6, so i'm leaving here soon... meh. i can't be bothered, but hell.

it pays the rent.

2002-12-06 - 4:45 p.m.
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