Raagh!! Accidentally went back and lost my entry. Hate that!
Okay, you may want to sit down for this. Oh, you're already sitting down? Good. Well, I developed acne out of the blue just under four months ago, and today is my one hundredth day of acne treatment. Yup, exciting stuff. I'm waiting for my surprise party, any minute now. Just let me know about it beforehand so I am wearing something respectable. A tad disappointed with my skin at the moment. Back and chest are fine, nothing serious new there (although ever time I get the slightest mark I freak out), but yesterday I had a couple, and then this morning I woke up to half a dozen fresh sites on my face, scattered in various locations. Happy anniversary, acne! Friday night I didn't do my usual routine because I was too inebriated tired, but I'm not blaming that for the outbreak; I think it's probably more likely to be a stress / hormones thing (4th white pill).
So the story behind my tiredness is that Friday night the professional association I'm a member of had its Christmas lunch, which involves and open bar, and a large group of very thirsty professionals. The lunch started at 12:00 pm, and needless to say at 12:01 pm there was a lineup at the bar. The beer was lovely and cold, and the venue very nice (an upmarket pub, with wooden tables and benches and absolutely gorgeous stone benchtops). Although we were in a private function area, our table was close to the schmucks public bar, so we couldn't hear all that much of the speeches/prize awarding, etc. But that didn't seem to matter all that much, because at about 2 pm the compere (excuse the lack of accent) had to be relieved because he was slurring too much). After the bar tab was run dry (at about 4 pm), we hung around and chatted a bit more, then eventually moved on to this very seedy bar, where further drinking and dodgy dancing took place until about 2:30 am. All in all, about fourteen hours of beer drinking (that's got to be a record for me), so needless to say the next day I was feeling, as my mum would say, "a little tired and emotional". It was certainly an... Interesting night. Being a minority (female in a male-dominated industry) meant I had to fend off more attention than I would like, which always requires a certain amount of tact and decorum (that I don't have). Yesterday I woke up to a text and two emails from three "colleagues", which is rather interesting since I don't give out contact details and they would've only had access to my first and last name from the name tag I was wearing. Not sure how to deal with that yet. I guess try to be aloof and professional, reply to the emails saying I had a lovely time and looked forward to catching up with them at the next industry event, and pretend I didn't get drunk and dance to "Get Low" on the dance floor of a seedy bar in the Valley.
I avoided the dreaded death-warmed-up hangover by sleeping in until 5 pm (Resery / AyeAye will be very impressed / disgusted by that), so that when I woke up I was dehydrated but nothing more. Score! I did however miss the brunch and video day I had planned with the girls though, so that was disappointing. Instead I had a quiet night in front of the TV and talking to an overseas friend on Skype. Today has been pretty busy;
- Breakfast in the morning with housemate and his friend (I love this little cafe so much, but it's getting pretty popular these days. Boo, mine!)
- Cleaned the house in preparation for a visit by the rental owners for them to install the now-fixed dryer (I seem to spend half my life cleaning, whereas my housemate mysteriously disappears whenever it is required).
- Next I'll have to help my housemate bake moustache biscuits for a Movember morning tea he told everyone he would hold at his work (He doesn't bake. Or cook. Or know how to operate the oven), before
- Going for a jog (hopefully this will happen, although I'm running out of time!), then
- Going to the cinemas with my friend to see Breaking Dawn in Gold Class, which I've not tried before. Yes, I know it's terrible, but sometimes terrible is what I feel like.
I was thinking of putting up a photo montage of my skin over the 100 Days Of Acne, but that will have to wait because I'd rather not look in the mirror at the moment. Instead you can see what I had for breakfast (wilted spinach & eggs benedict, flat white), yay!