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Eugh, I think I'm hungover.

Eurgh details

So I was at the Ton last night and Mark says to me "You're drinking water? You have to bear in mind you'll be drinking with Nic this time next week, you should probably get in practise."

Now logic says that I complied and that's why I woke up feeling cruddy, right? Well, it's not true. I actually had three drinks of Smirnoff Ice and two drinks of water. I mean, what kind of wimp am I?!

But maybe it wasn't a hangover. It could just be lack of sleep. I mean, 4.5 hours is a little on the low side, isn't it? I think _jamez_ (note to self, read up on how to link other people properly) must be doing all my sleeping for me. I'm certainly not keeping up with it.

I should probably get an early night tonight since I'm out tomorrow (Picocon). It also turns out that I won't be flying alone when I go to Corflu next week as Mark and Claire are on the same flight. Very handy - especially since it means we can share a taxi at the other end and forego the arranging of the shuttle bus trip that would have otherwise been the cheaper alternative.

So, I should sleep tonight, get social Saturday, do the washing and some packing on Sunday, then back to work on Monday. And also an eye test. I should probably try not to be tired as my vision seems to suffer when my eyes are dry from lack of sleep.

Nothing in particular planned for the evenings, then Thursday I get to introduce jetlag into the equasion. Yay, or not, as the case may be.

Freaking Housemates

I was on IRC while I did the Tesco shop this week and it occurred to me that since I would be out when the shopping was delivered it might be fun to add something bizarre to the list for them to puzzle over. I was thinking of something like a coloured lightbulb that wouldn't fit any of our lights but I threw the question open to the IRC audience.

"A pregnancy testing kit!" suggested Ang. Now, this was an interesting proposal but I didn't want to freak them out QUITE that much, so it was dismissed. Even though Ang was very insistant. "I'll cover the cost, do it! Video the reactions!"

_jamez_, meanwhile, came up with the idea of dog food. At least, I think he was first with it. The same shout came from a few corners in the end, among some less than impressive suggestions. So I did it. In the midst of our shopping was a small tub of dog food. In case you're not following this story well, let me enlighten you: We have no dog. We have never had a dog. We have no plans to get a dog.

So I come home and only Raz is still up. Does he say anything? Nope. I glance around the kitchen and find the bits and pieces they haven't put away, probably because they're not sure where they go. The fridge is fairly well stocked. No sign of the meat, presumably it's all in the freezer. Some rolls are on the side, maybe some should go to the freezer, but this can wait.

And there on the side is the dog food.

I wander upstairs and Raz is playing loud music and computer games (he's got a penchant for Wizardry right now).

"Did the shopping get sorted okay?"

He tells me they didn't know whether to freeze the bread rolls or not. Then he shuts up. I offer another opportunity to introduce the dog food question.

"Did they substitute much?"

"I didn't look at the list, I don't know."

It goes quiet. I read my email. And then I crack and admit that I'm highly disappointed that he didn't even MENTION the dog food. What sort of a reaction is that?! So I told him why it was there and he said "Yeah, we did wonder." And that was it.

Maybe I shoulda gone with Ang's plan.