Ugh.... hangover so dire

Big night last night - involving drinking at a birthday party, where I met Gala Darling (a blog idol) and had absolutely no idea what to say, merely blustered horribly. Then to Colin's flat where Marnie was saying good bye to New Zealand... I spoke to Colin's boyfriend drunkenly about knitting for some time; Bex was wearing the most amazing Zambesi dress, she looked incredible. At some point about here I split my velvet dress up to my butt, I've torn it. Have to repair. So annoyance. And SO hungover today. Slept until half two and then had nasty dirty pizza for breakfast at half past three-ish. I'm still at the Boy's, avoiding going home because it seems like such an ENORMOUS EFFORT, walking up the stairs with a huge basket of storage solutions that I bought yesterday in a fit of organisational integrity. Besides which, Callum is cooking something that looks amazing and delicious and surprisingly vegan. And the Flat is still showing the Olympics on the projector... I've been watching Usain Bolt run really, really fast on super large screen. He has gold running shoes. I feel a little fetishistic about them. I want gold sneakers. They're so blingin' trash bad taste... Heaven. Mmm, storage sooo fun... Despite the horrific climb awaiting me, I can't hardly wait to unpack the plastic boxes and the new laundry basket, and the little wooden pegs and the shoe rack thingy. My room is going to look so hott. Watch this space for a further declutter update... I might name it something deceptively exciting sounding. Last night Bea told me she never looked at any of the declutter posts because they sounded boring. I need to trick my audience. Like TV does. See the level of my hungover-ness. Bleh.