Tired

I'm tired. All the late nights and early mornings of the last few weeks have caught up with me and I feel completely ruined.
Obviously the ten hours of drinking yesterday didn't help but this is more than that. This is a bone-deep tiredness that has me feeling as though I'm wearing a lead suit underwater. I can't really moan though. I don't have children, I don't work 20 hour days in a hospital saving lives, I have no one to blame but myself. Which is annoying; self pity is easier to enjoy when there is justification for it.

So, the Christmas party is over. It wasn't quite the horror fest I was expecting but neither was it that great. The lunch at Pizza Express was fairly generic (aren't they always?) but enjoyable enough. We then repaired to 'Funland' in the Trocadero for two games of bowling which my team lost. Two things of note happened; I realised I'm still rubbish at bowling and I ripped off a thumbnail. Otherwise it was strongly reminiscent of my teenage years. We were on a ridiculously tight schedule for The Fun and so after everyone except me, my pregnant colleague and my colleague with a bad back, went on the dodgems (honestly) we dashed to Henry's Bar in Covent Garden for a lightening round of drinks, then to the 'upmarket TGI Friday's'. Roobs, Oz Girl and I decided the only way we were going to cope with it was by basically caning as much alcohol as possible including several shots. This is a list of what I drank yesterday:

• Red wine
• Corona
• Vodka Diet Coke
• Champagne cocktails
• Mojitos
• Kir Royale
• Lemon Drop shots
• Bubblegum shots

A fairly impressive mix, I think you'll agree and yet I remained resolutely sober(ish). I think it was the fact that all that was spread over ten hours and the fact that we consumed a vast amount of food. The most drunk person was my colleague J who fell off his chair three times at dinner, downed glasses of red wine and picked up an entire slice of cheesecake in his fist and mashed it into his mouth. He is disappointingly bright this morning. I was in bed by 11:30 and must have been more intoxicated than I thought because I text S to say goodnight (felt my powerbase slipping as I did it). He replied though which was lucky with a very cute text which cheered me up after a strange day

I'm not totally convinced I want to see C tonight and so have not logged into MSN yet because he'll see me. It's not that I don't think I'll like him; I know I found him sexy and good company but I'm just exhausted beyond all sense. All I want to do is go home, force something of nutritional value down my throat and go to bed. I don't have it in me to be entertaining or alluring tonight. Still, it's early yet, I'll see how the day goes. I am keen to hedge my bets though so perhaps I'll just have to fake it for the cause. Wouldn't be the first time after all.