skimping on debauchery

To quote Bob Crowley, the self-proclaimed "wickedest man in London": My head's as thick as a Jesuit's mitten.

Eye makeup + extreme nervousness + easy access to booze + lack of solid food = stabing pain in the left side of my head that just won't quit.

If I had known that all we would be served was a small salad and very tiny finger foods, I would have made sure to eat a big meal at home first. I didn't realize I was paying $35 to go to a restaurant and not be served food. And I wish I had taken something when I got home last night, because I could feel the headache starting, but pretended if I just ignored it everything would be okay.

Ibuprofen and a hot bath should take care of this. I hope.

Reality is a pie of which I do not require another slice

Bless the My Kitchen 弁当 man. He makes dinner, so I don't have to. Now I am full of rice and fried prawns, and am too lazy to move.

But move I must. It's practically the end of November, and between all the stuff that's been happening, and my own natural tendency toward procrastination, I haven't gotten much done. Personally, I blame the cats - how can I be expected to work when they draw me into their web of sleeping-all-day?

So, anyway - here I go!