Woe betide

This is awful. I have a dinner party to go to this evening which I'm looking forward to, as well as a drive-by at June's house when I drop off Minks for the party, which I am excited about as they always throw the best parties. But I can't motivate myself to get out of bed where I'm sitting in the dark, cross-legged eating Cadbury's chocolate fingers and drinking a large mug of tea while updating my eleven games of Scrabulous on Facebook. I do believe I'm addicted. Meanwhile, I'm muddy all over from washing two horses, and sweaty and disgusting from riding, and my hair is pulled back with what my mother refers to as an Alice band and I am in desperate need of a major makeover. If my friends saw me now not one of them would recognize me. Argh! I haven't even started to think about what I'm going to wear...