When a hangover lasts 2 days....

...you know it was a bloody good night out!

Cush and I had a really fantastic time at the Bryan Adams concert, like a really, really fantastic time.

I sang and danced and waved my Canada flag all night long.

Thankfully, things only went downhill when we got in the cab to leave, then when I got home I felt sick and spent a long time laying naked on the bathroom floor...I'll spare you all the gory details.

The next day, yesterday, I felt rotton. I spent most of the day in the bathtub reading, or on the couch watching tv.

When I came out into the tv the first time yesterday I noticed that Small Fry had seemed to attempt to climb the Christmas tree and it had toppled over and all the ornaments were scattered through out the room. Some of them broken.

I've never had such a distructive cat and the worst bit was that I felt too delicate to bend over and clean everything up.

My friend J who I had been texting with suggested I get some greasy food in me so I ordered a pizza from Papa John's, pepperoni (beef pepperoni that is), nothing fancy. The man on the phone said it would be an hour and 10 minutes. I said fine.

Can you believe the pizza took 2 HOURS?! 2 fucking hours for fucking pizza! 1 pizza.

I can't understand for the life of me how it could take so long. I literally could have walked there, ordered it, waited for it and walked home with it in less time....could have were I not so hungover, that is.

This would never happen in Canada. In fact most places in Canada have a if-you-don't-get-it-in-an-hour-it's-free policy. I can see why they don't have that here. They would be bankrupt in days.

So today I'm still taking it easy but I need to get a move on for the Christmas cookies I'm baking for our neighbours and such.

One other big piece of news is that we're giving notice on our flat today. We're moving :) Where, we have no idea! We're out of control!

If I don't get another chance to write, Merry Christmas everyone!