Aren't my friends lovely? Pink balloons + fizzy wine in paper cups x awesome presents = a thoroughly joyful Helen. I had a great night. We danced till 6am and I shamelessly made strangers buy me birthday drinks. Perfection!
Tomorrow I am the grand old age of 27. And I feel every one of my 27 years today. A weekend of no sleep coupled with debaucherous behaviour has left me destroyed. I ache all over, have the shakes and have completely lost my voice (much to everyone else's delight). 27. I just don't understand how that happened. I feel (and look) about 19 and I'm really not where I thought I'd be at 27. Still, at least I'm getting a Wii for my birthday. That ought to ease the pain somewhat (or increase it when my Wii Fit shouts at me for being a fatty).
