Post Remy night

Ok. So as much as I may have developed one stonking taste for Remy Martin, the morning after heralded a rather negative milestone in my life. I was late late for work... 40 minutes late!

So after getting a phone call from work asking if I was still coming in I bailed out of bed, stumbled into the shower, hacked at my face for a while (razor + hangover = personal injury), threw on some clothes and then did the Juan Pablo thing in my car all the way to Hindon. In the end it wasn't much of a problem but it still irks me. I think I must have done the whole turning of the alarm in my sleep thing, which is just so not me.

I've just come home now for a couple of hours and saw the bottle from last night. It's just about empty. Which would explain me being late this morning as it was full last night when I opened it. Oops. Best not make that a habit then.

Besides that not much else. My car is going up for sale on Autotrader this Wednesday. I've just decided that I don't really need it that badly and as such is a expense that I don;t have to shoulder.