Sunday, 15 February 2004
Another One Bites the Dust
It's the end of the weekend - pretty much literally, since it's approaching midnight as I write this. Another two, short days over. I'd had rather modest plans: Get Things Done™. Unfortunately, like every other weekend since I've returned from vacation four weeks ago, I Didn't Get Anything Done™.
I guess I should have expected it: after going on a pub crawl last night, today was pretty much over before it even began. What I didn't expect is that I'd lose literally the entire day. Mixing beer and vodka shots - not to mention mouth shots of something red and sweet, otherwise unidentified but probably very alcoholic - is a recipe for a hangover.
However, I guess I held my alcohol pretty well: I was apparently very charming in the opinion of one or two very good-looking women (way to go, John). When, or if, that leads to anything remains to be seen - I always seem to be better at making a good first impression than actually acting on it (and now you've posted that here? way to go, John). In other news, my subconscious has apparently gained control of my typing hands.
The bottom line was that the hangover I visited upon myself was very effective, indeed: I didn't get out of bed until after five o'clock. What little remained of the day involved more ritualistic drinking, this time of tea and water, in front of my computer. Oh, well. There's always next weekend. Or not, rather: I'm going out of town for a friend's birthday.
Well, there's always the weekend after that...