Good God.

Why do I do things to myself!
Worst day ever at work, long-arsed shift
Then I decided I would go to a guy from work's housewarming party with a drunk Leoni who had been getting pissed all day at a beer festival in Chorlton. Fair enough right? I got a bit drunk, started my many ramblings, couple of arguments with gays from Warrington and overly friendly guys. Not much of a party particularly because the noise level was low, no or little music because they are new neighbours.
We went to Cliff and Damien's house which was a bit down the road in Burnage. I needed a wee and Cliff kept pressing my belly which I did not find helpful.
Anyhoo, basically, Ady or as I called him for the majority of the night - Aiden, gave me a pill and I was fucked. Not literally.
Leoni fell asleep on the sofa and I just breathed utter tripe out of my mouth.
I was on a right para and thought this guy only gave me the pill to shut up.
But I don't get it because, why would you do that? I offended him because he started playing his guitar and to sing and I told him to shut up and no one wanted to know. It didn't mean to come out as harsh by the way. And I apologised immensly. If that was annoying, why would you give me a pill to shut me up? Made me worse mate.
I had a big chat with Charlotte and Damien who butted in.
Leoni was right pissed off when I told Damien to wake her up. She said he was creepy - lol
Anyway, it was about 5:30 and I needed to go home, however I was up and away and couldn't sleep and eventually had about an hours sleep.
I text Charlotte about two times.
I hope no one slags me off.
I told my mum about how I thought/knew I'd made a tit of myself and she said not to care.
Well done mum, trying.
Anyway, feel a bit sparky and fuzzy now.
Wondering whether to quit big ol' P-Hut.