The Monkey Princess (stellanova) wrote,
The Monkey Princess

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Man, why did I smoke so much on Saturday night? I'm still feeling the effects now. It serves me right, I know, especially as at one stage a friend asked me for a cigarette and I only had one left and I kept it for myself. So really, I deserve to have lungs that feel like they're made out of sandpaper and wool. And when I say I smoked so much, I should add that that means about ten cigarettes, not, like, thirty, but still. Far too much. I've got to stop this social smoking - just because I can go all week without a cigarette doesn't mean it's okay to smoke at the weekends.

It could have been worse, though - other people were smoking little cigars. If I'd done that, I'd still be puking now.

Anyway, I shouldn't be feeling sorry for myself, not when poor Patsington had to get up at half six yesterday morning (after we got home at half two) and go to work. The poor cherub angel. He's gone off to Cork today because his film is being shown in the film festival but I can't go because I have to go in to THE OFFICE today and I can't turn the I***** T**** down when they offer me a desk for the day. So I can't cheer Patsington on in person, and I shall miss him. He did write me another verse of the Pandababy song to cheer me in his absence, though....

Although you are endangered
You're in a loving manger
So don't be a stranger

My throat feels soothed already!
Tags: day by day, i's wedding
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