I have a very sore throat (and all the other symptoms of man-flu). It hurts to talk. If people could STOP TELEPHONING ME for five minutes, that would be lovely. Though I'm not working - I'm in my designated illness dressing gown, drinking hot water and watching Jeremy Kyle.
Thanks to Kim for cheering me up last night.
This morning -
Me: "I can be all beautiful and femme! Look... this is a gorgeous feminine pose!"
Hagrid: "No... that's a very masculine pose."
Me: "Oh. What about this one?"
Me: "I know... this one is feminine! You can't say it isn't!"
Hagrid: "Ew. That one's just... disturbing."
Also, you know when you are talking to someone who is vaguely familiar, and they mention that you met them in a bar/club, and you slowly realise that that night was one of horrible drunkenness and behaviour that was so embarrassing that NO I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT I JUST WANT TO DISAPPEAR FOREVER, and you may have done anything from trying to seduce them to vomiting on their shoes, and you can't remember?
That happened to me on Wednesday. And has been happening all year. And I really, really wasn't a drunk fresher compared to the standards of most. By those standards, I was stone cold sober.
Here is my only piece of advice to my friend whom, after a foundation course, is off to uni now:
DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL DURING FRESHERS' WEEK.
This is no moralistic tirade or expression of excessive interest in another's liver...
You'll avoid every single one of those moments! Isn't that just lovely?