I can't remember where I live

Went straigth to friend's house from work yesterday. Had a lovely dinner with lots of laughs and a few too many glasses of wine. The room was spinning a tad when I woke up this morning. We stayed over as they live so far out of London, so at least we didn't have to worry about dragging ourselves home in that state....maybe that made it easier to indulge ;) On my way home today I suddenly changed my mind and decided to go in to the office. Have a couple of docs I need to write and I know I'm crap at getting anything done at home. I'm blessed with working in a nice big airy office, lots of space, biiiig windows and a brilliant view of the Soho rooftops, so it's not like I'm stuck in a dustmite-grey cubicle underground. But still. Office on a Sat. And I've not even been to my house this weekend! And tonight it's The Raclette of Doom. I really don't feel like it...just want to go home and chill. Going to go straight there from the office as it's not too far from here, much more of a trekk from my house. 

So due to my hangover today the food has gone completely out the window. Also I think the thought of the cheese fest that awaits this evening makes me think "what's the point - this day is screwed anyway". I know that's not true...but you know how it is. I will make an effort to have a sensible one tonight anyway - need my sleep and some downtime before the birthday celebrations tomorrow. Anyways, there's one person who I'm very much looking forward to meeting tonight, I hope she's still coming *drool*

The hostess from last night is in to ashtanga yoga. Sounds hard core! She's trying to convince me to try a session with her, but I'm not sure I'm up to it. (Nothing to do with the fact that it starts at 7 in the morning...no....not at all...) 

Oh I've decided to add a yoga session to January. since it's got 4 and a half weeks. So 2 more to go before it's time for badminton!