RoverPundit

Still ain't dead

What a weekend. Christ on toast points, I had fun. The blogbash went swimmingly, though I caught a rather large ration o' shit from Matt and Zombyboy for leaving before pumpkin-time. Ah, well. It was good to see everyone.

The rest of the weekend alternated computer-rebuilding, home improvement, and drunkenness in about equal measure. "Cheese cookies" (long story) were created and devoured with wild abandon, and good wine flowed like, well, good wine that is trapped in a house with four wine snobs. Quickly, that is.

I achieved something that I had previously thought impossible: woke up Sunday morning with a very mild hangover. I was bouncy and full of energy all day. I remember a faint alarm bell sounding in my skull reminding me that this was a highly unusual turn of events, but the beautiful day and erudite conversation quickly erased all thoughts of future consequences from my empty little head. Woe, woe is me.

Now I know that the hangover was not absent, but merely biding it's time and gathering strength in preparation for a full frontal lobe assault. I have counterattacked with aspirin while converting my office into a cave of darkness where I will hide from the legions of trackshoe-shod dwarves who are dancing the watusi in my skull.

In short, I'm not feeling so hot.