Sweet Jebus. I damn near killed off that pint last night. Called Juliet, but I have no idea what in the hell I went on about. This is one of those fuzzy mornings where I’m wondering if I need to call back and apologize for anything I said.
I need to learn how to pace my booze. But I’ve also been saying this for about 7 years.
Head throbs, but not painfully so. Heading out the door to meet up with Heather for some coffee and to see the art galleries. Bringing a camera.
Here’s one nice thing about IM programs (and maybe Trillian in particular): You can go over your IM logs with people, and it records everything either one of you have typed. So, when you have one of those "Gawd, was I an asshole last night?" moments… you can scroll through your conversations just to check.
Geekiness plows its way through the hangover. Yeah!
