First day off

Was hoping to enjoy today, as I no longer have a job and I have plans. TV, DVD, jogging and chocolate plans. For at least two weeks (no-one's going to be hiring straight after christmas, so it works). Unfortunately woke up for the second time (first time was six am) feeling a bit blegh. Got call from mum, found the paperwork she wanted and faxed it to her. Had brekkies, went on net. Headache steadily got worse. Really fucking awful, and the thought of food - erm, no. Popped nurofen as last resort then retired to bed. I was only there feeling ill and headachey for about twenty minutes before Steph phoned, saying she was going to the costume shop in about ten minutes. We both needed to go (plus promise of Tescos), so I got up, got dressed, feeling dreadful, then threw up. She rang doorbell, I did the whole teeth brushing, etc, feeling about ten times better. Got distinctly better after ten minutes, then giggled around Tescos and Fun 'n' Frolic. Have wig and picked up some latex for just in case. Fake eyelashes, eyeliner and latex. The three must-haves of costumes. You never know when they'll come in use. The wig, which I have to re-shape for Cabaret Liza Minelli, is really strange. After the shock, a black bob really suits me. Am so getting another one for Ascendant Twenties Gangster night. On Steph, Glynis and Anna it looks like something gone dreadfully wrong. Steph's debating between Kylie and Maid Marian, Anna's Princess Leia, and everyone else is being secretive. Bastards.