The Hotel Bar Hangover Whiskey's Gone Dry

A few bits & bobs because I am feeling braindead and babbly today:

Yesterday I wrote about Goldie Cook's secret mission without really understanding what it's all about. Consider me enlightened:

"Last week it was confirmed that I was into the final stage of a Cadburys competition. I am now competing with 9 other Cadbury Cream Egg Twisted Super Agents to hunt down the Goo on the Loose! Goldie Cook is my Super Secret Agent name and my mission is to track down ‘the GOO’ that is on the loose. I have to follow the clues to where the Goo is going to attack next by trekking up and down the country to secret locations. I have to document my progress by Twitter, YouTube videos and gain as much support publicity as possible."

So again, if you would like to support Goldie, you can:

friend her on Facebook

join her Facebook group

follow her on Twitter

watch her YouTube videos

I really do appreciate everyone who has supported my (completely bonkers) friend. She is a gem and really deserves to win!

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The Hangover really is as good as everyone is saying it is. I highly recommend you go see it (unless you're easily offended by crude humour, in which case you should probably not go see it.)

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I was emailing back and forth with Ben on Saturday (during the engagement party) about an idea he had. It was a very good idea but my brain was a bit fuzzy from the wine. I ended up answering back with this little gem:

'Am druink. Will be coherent at some point tommorrow. Loves!'

which I was unaware of until Ben sent it back to me on Monday. Thanks for the laugh, Ben! Also, thanks for outing me as someone who cannot spell tomorrow without spellcheck (though I guess I'm sort of outing myself.) Anyway, the lesson is: when you're drinking and you get to the point where temporary tattoos sound like a good idea, put the Blackberry away. I've had my Blackberry for less than a month; it was a rookie mistake. One I (hopefully) won't make again.

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I'm sick again! And at work, spreading my germs around. I hate it when people come to work sick but at the same time, I know that my coworkers and I have no choice. There are certain times when we cannot call in sick and today is one of those times. And so I will sit at my desk and slowly die. And whine about it on the Internet.

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That's it. That's all I've got. Only ... 8 more hours until I can go home and die in bed.