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Oh boy am I tired. Party on Saturday night that might have been to celebrate the birth (Edit: *sigh*, birthday, not birth. Obviously. Silly Sarah.) of one of my classmates. Unknown hours of sleep because of sharing a sofa after investigating the peach wine, the merlot and the rum and forgetting the fact that my phone still sends texts even when I'm drunk. I was clever and wore what I thought were sensible shoes but after the mightily long walk from Busaras to the Screen cinema my feet were in ribbons. And the shoes had started to disintegrate. I'm starting to think that perhaps I shouldn't ever wear vaguely pretty shoes again. I also know that I'll never listen to myself there, because I hadn't brought back-up shoes. Ouch. Silly Sarah.

Pain from the feet was numbed quite nicely by the alcohol and getting a very sweet compliment from a possibly very nice person. It's been a while since I was out somewhere that I knew only one person at the start of the night. I'd forgotten how much fun that can be. Still sleepy today. Even after 12 hours in bed last night. *sigh* Getting too old for this.