I had some wine with dinner, and now I’m a teensy bit tipsy *giggle* How sad is that - I only had about a glass and a half… I guess I really am a Cadbury girl.

M’s listening to a Cure CD downstairs - I can hear it from here. At least, I think that’s what he’s listening to. I went to school with The Cure’s lead singer’s cousin. There’s some trivia that I’ve probably mentioned before. I try to slip it into conversation every now and then - it’s as close to fame as I’m ever going to get, apart from being related to Andrew Gaze. Exactly - Andrew who now? He’s a basketballer. But I’m so distantly related to him that there probably isn’t really any similarity in our DNA at all. Oh, and I saw Billy Connolly when I was in Sydney a couple of times ago. I was just one of those sad people who thought, ‘Hey, there’s Billy Connolly!’. I only thought it because I was there by myself and didn’t have anyone to nudge and point him out to, like everyone else around him was doing. So he probably thought I was really cool and blasé about the whole Him-Being-Famous thing. Either that, or he thought that I was a sad git with no friends to tell about my run-in with fame.

I’m debating whether to have another glass of wine. That’s my problem when I have a few drinks - I start feeling nice and happy-fuzzy, and I want to prolong the feeling, so I drink a bit more, and before I know it I’m crouching over the toilet wondering when exactly the transition from happy-fuzzy to tummy-yucky occurred. Ewww. After my high school reunion, never again. Too humiliating to think about.

What the hell - one more glass of wine won’t kill me.

Aaaaah, that’s better. Okily dokily, off to finish my wine!