Who knew that 10 (or was that 12?) Corona's could make your head pound so?

It's already 14:30 and this is only my third forage downstairs from the relative hangover-easing tranquility of my bedroom. The first expedition was the obligatory 06:00 trip to the bathroom (which I'd already postponed for as long as humanly possible). That one was alright... I was still drunk. The second trip was for a shower, because nothing soothes an aching head like a 20 minute long stream of hot water aimed at the base of your skull. Well, it's what works for me anyway.

And then there's now. A proper trip. Fully clothed. I think I'm making progress.

I have some work to get done before my final GSK interview on Wednesday, but for now I think I'm going to continue boycotting life in general. My bedroom is dark and quiet and my book is brilliant (I so didn't know that it was the basis for Betrayal at Krondor!).

Oh ah. The rugby is on as well!