Recovering from NYE and CNN job offer

I eventually woke up at 3.30pm on New Year's Day with the phone ringing. It was Richard.

"I've not got long to talk as I'm flying out to Egypt tomorrow so I have to get things done and get to bed early, but I've spoken to my producer and she seems happy enough so send us both your C.V. and we'll get you in for a trial 3 month run when you're back to London," he said. "Is that OK?"

"Oh that's great news," I said. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."
"Now the only thing is that as a friend I can't get involved from here on in so it's up to you and her to work things out."
"Of course, I really am just grateful of the chance."

Richard hung up and I danced around the flat for a bit.

After the initial excitement wore off the hangover kicked in and I felt so rough. I sat there watching TV. I don't even remember what I watched.

At around 8.30pm "Marine Jon" sent me a text to see if I was going to Paula's party and if so would I bring the fireworks. I said I'd come over in a bit but then the tiredness got the better of me and I had to send a text to tell him that I was going to bed.

That was the last I heard from "Marine Jon". I don't think he was happy with me standing him up...

I went to bed and slept. Very well. At last.