February 20th, 2005


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My eyeballs are throbbing, and each frontal lobe wants to strangle the other, fuck my hypothalamus then run off with my pituitary gland, breaking out of my ears in glass-smashing explosive action-movie madness.

Out last night, a final meal with the family. And some family friends. Due to a massive cock-up with timings, I'd eaten nothing for ten hours before getting to the place and having a pint put in my hand. The night continued alcoholically even after we left, with people deciding that a nightcap would be a good idea.

As some of you may remember, I'm not a particular fan of alcohol -- at least, not in excess. I like still being able to stagger and the ability to remain awake and carry on a conversation. Last night tripped that threshold and then some. Hence the nasty hangover. Hence the feeling that the fucking family stole one of the few long span of productive time that I have.


Intelligent stuff later, if I can get over myself and have any time to do it in.