An evening in the company of fancy artist types, followed by their youthful afterparty goings on from Bond Street to Dover Street and into Soho left me yesterday with an all-body (and no mind) hangover of monstrous proportions. So much so that here is a shortlist of the most constructive things I did yesterday under its influence:
- Tried to put money intended for the vending machine into the photocopier
- Spend most of the day replying to questions with "Dunno"
- Leave my cellphone at home and not realise until I'm half way to work
- Not even go down the local when Dr. R. offered even though I've been trying to tempt him down there since we moved into this place
- Spend the evening attempting to connect to my new DSL service unsuccessfully, to find out today that the phone cable hadn't been attached
Today is a little better, but my lungs have not yet recovered.
