My bedroom looks like a smack den...dirty clothes, spilt drinks and a half eaten sarnie on the floor.
Just beached in my bed from a 3 day bender which finished at the fridge.
Not sure what my name is, let alone how I'm going to get through work tomorrow.
Too frightened to pick up the phone for fear of gibbering sh!te and haven't got the energy to get in the shower.
I even had to ring my flat mate to get her to deliver some water upstairs.
These really are hard times.
Ah well, at least I've retained the ability to laugh at having made a complete holy show of myself!
Please can I have some sympathetic words of encouragement to get me through the week - genuinely very worried.
...oh and no one is allowed to mention NastyDirty until at least Thursday.
We started on the drinks with some house music on an outside terrace at 2pm Friday afternoon, then dropped our first at 3pm 
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