The Brits love to drink. I had a little bit, but as a not big drinker in general, that did NOT go over well. My friends are DETERMINED to make me an alcoholic—god help me. I love them to death though—particularly Beth who is an absolute sweetheart in every way. She clung to me the whole night and made sure I never was separated.
I’m dead on my feet…Refreshers week is coming up and I don’t think I’ll survive it! Literally every day of the week they go out to celebrate being back at college. I really think it’ll kill me.
So now I’m about to die, but I wanna eat something because I feel like crap, and I know it’s not the minuscule bit of alcohol I drank because it’s been hours. I think it’s the cigarette smoke.
AND MY GOD THEY SMOKE. Holy hell lots of holding my breath. Alright…I’m about to fall onto my face so I’m gonna go.