Cripes, I am really hungover. Roll on, weekend

I decided to de-stress by going out with the girls from my office last night for a good bottle of Chardonnay and excellent pasta. I now have a headache and I missed my alarm so I came in at the disgracefully late time of 10.51 a.m. so my boss was glaring at me somewhat. But what the heck, really. I'm going to leave this place soon and I'll write a list of all the things he is doing wrong to hand in to the managing committee before I go. Yeah. Just you wait, mate. 

One of the girls last night confessed to having played a decidedly anti-Semitic game at school. She and her friends would tape down a 10 pence coin on the classroom floor and if someone tried to pick it up, they would jump out and call the unfortunate person a "bloody J)ew". I wondered if I'd ever done anything so un-PC, and it troubled me a little, but what the heck, I'm a grown-up now, and I try not to be un-PC so I'm making amends for it, right? And who knows, some day I may even work for a public interest firm. Or a charity.

M. has gone off to Cancun and my friend asked me over lunch yesterday whether he will be going to str)ip clubs. I said, "Most probably," and she asked whether I am concerned he will buy himself a la_p_d_ance. I am slightly, now that she's mentioned it (the thought had never crossed my mind before, drat) but what the heck, I just hope he uses protection, ha ha. Although I should've warned him that fake b_oobs don't feel too nice. Dang.

I realise that I am now growing old and three glasses of wine do me in for the night, but that's OK, 'coz what the heck, it's Friday.

(Lies face down on desk)