Today I chose my new wardrobe and did organ practice. And I got a headache. Martial arts did not happen.
Alas, after I got home HWSNBN prepared a gin (and a splash of tonic) for me. It was quite strong. It took me longer to do things this evening. I am now overdue for the packing clothes thing that was due to be so integral to my evening.
I also planned to update here properly; alas, that will not happen today. Perhaps tomorrow. If anything interesting actually happens to me, that will make it a more interesting update...
*Edited so that all words were completed. Hopefully.*
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- Optistatic
- North, United Kingdom
- I am a person with a job. Sometimes I like to think about things, and will share my musings with those unfortunates who happen to get in the way at the time. You can e-mail me at: optistatic at hotmail dot co dot uk. If you do this, nothing will happen because I let that email lapse years ago 🙂
2 comments:
Oh, bother, too much gin! Well, I can think of worse things to happen in an evening, but rather not the ideal time, what with the move and all...
How did the gin affect that headache? Hopefully it doesn't cause it to reappear tomorrow. :(
I don't think that the gin affected the headache, nor do I think that how I felt today was in any way related to the gin. Hangovers do not feel like this. Actually, I suppose that they do, but this one started before I had a drink. Mind you, the shaking thing is not a hangover symptom.
I think that I am actually just slightly ill, and that I will spend the evening (after my brief stint as taxi driver) doing relaxing things such as eating pancakes, packing, deciding which clothes to throw out (obviously in a charity shop way, rather than a bin way) and writing a letter. I am entirely convinced that this is just the right sort of plan to make me feel better quickly.
Oh bugger - I need to do some serious organ practice, too. I had forgotten about that. At the absolute minimum, I must do some technical exercises and run through a tricky section of one of my pieces.
Ah well - at least I just feel vaguely icky (as though somebody stuffed my head with slowly-rotating cotton wool) rather than actually ill.
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