Need. Sleep.

Andy (rower-boy) gave me a call last night. ‘Heyyyyy! What you doing?’

‘Me? Now? Watching telly. What’s up?’

‘Come out for a drink with me and Henry?’

“Ughhhhh…. ok.”

I feel sick this morning. Second day in a row showing up hungover for work. I don’t wanna go. He’s so funny though, I love spending time with him. He’s quite nice. And at one point Henry was at the atm, and Andy and I were just having a bit of a chat, and he pulled me into this big hug whilst we were talking like it was the most normal thing in the world. I think it actually happened on more than one occassion. I really wish he didn’t have a girlfriend. Or that he wasn’t so really really ridiculously goodlooking. He’s like, 6”5’, too - perfect hugging height.