So, party done. Alex off to school this morning. Back to work tonight. Bleeeeeeccchh.
I was supposed to be starting a creative writing course tomorrow morning, but it has been put off for a month. I should have asked why, but the thrilling "The building burned down", etc., etc., speculation is much more exciting.
So as of tomorrow I'm back to being bleary eyes and half asleep. I'm also going a bit deaf - which makes it twice as hard to follow conversations. Which either makes me look retarded or very rude. I hope the former, personally; better to be thought a bit simple than a deliberate prick. Or prickette. I always have trouble with those. Plus I'm pretty sure I made up prickette, which sounds a lot more derogatory - a hint of condescension - than the straightforward "prick". But I digress.
I usually digress, can never tell a short story, me.
I'm also not sure this was a story anyway.
I think I should say no to red wine in future. Or at least the sparkly kind - my head is all woolly the next day.
