Why I am not attending 80s Night

H rang up to ask if I have an 80s karaoke DVD (no) and told me I spend too much time in my pyjamas watching Disney films when I told him i wasn't coming anyway.

For a start, it's impossible to spend too much time in pyjamas. They were invented to be comfy in, and if I'm having a night in I'm not doing it dressed up and made up like a bloody Stepford Wife when I could be having much more fun, thank you very much (and there's a lot of fun to be had in pyjamas if you'll only look for it).

Secondly, the only Disney films I own are on video and back at ma and pa's house, except for Pirates of the Caribbean and there's no way I'm gonna apologise for upping my Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom intake. Case closed, I believe.

Anyway, doctor says to rest up. This woman is amazing, she actually told me I'd done the right thing in getting trashed every night between having a blood test to see if my glandular fever had gone away and getting the results, because I discovered my boyfriend at the time had two of us on the go. "Exactly what you needed" and "what an absolute shit" is what she said, and those are direct quotes. She's awesome. However, she then told me to stop drinking now because my liver is weak and my immune system is on its arse, and gave me a letter that basically excuses me from handing essays in on time. I mean, it is true that if I go to a lecture in the morning I then feel the need to have a siesta that rivals the entirety of Spain's, and therefore cannot be arsed to go to the library and do stuff... and I also did a tap class ONCE on top of my usual ballet classes and that seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back in terms of my physical up-holdal (I spent the following night and day in a state of complete exhaustion and consumed nothing but toast and tea)... but I'm sure it's also just that I'm a lazy bitch sometimes.

And THAT is why I am not coming to 80s night. That and the fact that at the weekend I spent 35 of my precious pounds on a piercing, and several more on getting merry beforehand. A far more worthy and long-term investment I feel.