July 23rd 2022
Today I’ve had this weird sense of anxious dread all day. I’m slightly concerned that I might have disgraced myself in some way at my work summer party last night.
I got horrendously drunk, and don’t remember much of it. I don’t think I did anything particularly bad, but I can’t shake this feeling of unease.
I also have no idea why I woke up to an Uber receipt. Why did I get an Uber? Where did I get an Uber to? I know we were in 2 Pigs, but we got a taxi there from the venue and it was already paid for. I have no idea where we got an Uber to for £12.
Hence the dread.
I know I threw up, but that’s pretty standard practice for me.
No one has text me telling me I’d done anything wrong. That’s probably a good sign.
Until tomorrow, or everyone is ignoring me.