A Good Weekend

I have no idea why I am still awake. It is, of course, entirely possible that I'm not. Last night I had two hours sleep. Yes, it was a school night but I decided that "knackered but happy" was my approach for today at work. It worked, too, but twelve hours work on two hours sleep (and 4 and 5 hours respectively the nights before. Good weekend) is probably best left as an occasional thing. But I was in a somewhat smug mood today (Imperial license for smugness applied for).

I discovered a new drink on Sunday, courtesy of Tchai Ovna. Mate (pronounced mahtay but I can't do an acute accent) might not have *quite* such an effect on people who take caffeine on a regular basis - however for a not-usually-caffeinated person such as myself it was like having a couple or five espresso doppia at once <*poing* as Shona bounces off walls>.

And I went to a flat cooling, also. Much fun - y'know, I've never actually seen someone anyone both so drunk they fell off the floor (literally) and yet completely verbally coherent.