I remember going to the Hoose. I remember consuming a pint of Red Bull with good reason. I remember there being far too many fucking people there. I remember leaving with dragal23 and heading to Emmental. I remember seeing and appreciating figg's inventiveness.
I woke up fully clothed, but without coat or trainers. On my bed. The computer's on. My legs below the knees have that crippling soggy cardboard feeling that you get sleeping with no covers in a cold room. Seven in the bastard morning.
Prepare for bed, go back, sleep while the pain in your legs from cold becomes too much to bear. That'd be half ten. That's when I remembered to turn the fucking heating on. That's when I realise that there's this gap in my memory. There's bacon in front of the computer and I have no idea how it got there. Investigating once I climbed out of my pit for the last time, turns out it's my bacon. The kitchen doesn't look like I've been staggering. Nobody in the other bed. Trainers and coat hung up and lined up neatly.
Things should not look this subtly abnormal if I don't have a hangover to go along with them.
Transpires from my logs that I must have crashed at around 3. Passed out, given my state when I awoke for the first time. I have no recollection to work from, just clues that I (or someone else) has left me.