Friday morning

I wasn’t aware that I over indulged last night at the quiz. We had a good night; Furtle and myself were joined in the pub shortly after the start of the quiz by colonel_maxim, maisiecat and Hayden (sans LJ). In quiz terms we seem to be losing our edge, getting 20 from a possible 30 for the second week in a row and falling around three points short of hitting the prize placings, but it’s all good fun and we don’t really care.

It is our practice to have a meal with the drinks – almost invariably in my case, the Cajun chicken burger with bacon and cheese and we did so again last night. I also had 4 pints of San Miguel to wash it down. Four pints is hardly excessive (said he, flying in the face of current medical Nazism) and I hardly drink otherwise nowadays, unlike days of yore.

Anyway, when I got home again afterward, I was feeling a little full and probably didn’t help matters by having a restorative coffee before bed. The upshot is that I woke up this morning feeling a little squiffy. Not hung-over; I’m not so out of practice that four pints of lager will get me, but definitely ready to light a votive candle at the shrine of St Eno the Bilious. A bowl of Rice Krispies, a cup of coffee and a doze on the train seem to have me largely back to normal, but I confess to be looking forward to the end of today and the coming of the weekend (a weekend to be foreshortened by an hour as the clocks go forward!). Despite it only having been a three-day week for me, I am unaccountably tired and as I type, I feel the stirrings of the return of slight gastric distress in contradiction to previous assurances that I had recovered.

More coffee.

I think I shall apply to have that as my motto on a coat of arms.

Friday morning

I wasn’t aware that I over indulged last night at the quiz. We had a good night; Furtle and myself were joined in the pub shortly after the start of the quiz by colonel_maxim, maisiecat and Hayden (sans LJ). In quiz terms we seem to be losing our edge, getting 20 from a possible 30 for the second week in a row and falling around three points short of hitting the prize placings, but it’s all good fun and we don’t really care.

It is our practice to have a meal with the drinks – almost invariably in my case, the Cajun chicken burger with bacon and cheese and we did so again last night. I also had 4 pints of San Miguel to wash it down. Four pints is hardly excessive (said he, flying in the face of current medical Nazism) and I hardly drink otherwise nowadays, unlike days of yore.

Anyway, when I got home again afterward, I was feeling a little full and probably didn’t help matters by having a restorative coffee before bed. The upshot is that I woke up this morning feeling a little squiffy. Not hung-over; I’m not so out of practice that four pints of lager will get me, but definitely ready to light a votive candle at the shrine of St Eno the Bilious. A bowl of Rice Krispies, a cup of coffee and a doze on the train seem to have me largely back to normal, but I confess to be looking forward to the end of today and the coming of the weekend (a weekend to be foreshortened by an hour as the clocks go forward!). Despite it only having been a three-day week for me, I am unaccountably tired and as I type, I feel the stirrings of the return of slight gastric distress in contradiction to previous assurances that I had recovered.

More coffee.

I think I shall apply to have that as my motto on a coat of arms.

Insane Journal

For those of you as may be interested – perhaps pax_draconis is one of them – there is an alternative to Live Journal over at http://www.insanejournal.com/ which uses the same open source software as Live Journal, but which does not operate the same alleged censoring policies that seem to have upset a number of people.

I have cut and pasted some of the blurb from their home page here:

• InsaneJournal is a simple yet very customizable online diary. It is built on open source software from Danga Interactive.
• InsaneJournal allows you to keep in touch with all of your friends. You can create public accounts, called asylums, that allow many people to post about a common subject.
• Joining InsaneJournal is absolutely free, but highly privileged with an upgraded account.
• The InsaneJournal community is very tight-knit and very accepting of all people, it doesn't matter what you look like, what you listen to, or how old you are
• At InsaneJournal we believe in freedom of expression. We will not censor content unless it obviously violates United States law and we receive an official takedown notice. We no not self-police the site.
• Yes we are fanfic friendly. We believe works of fiction are just that. And unless such work infringes on a copyright that does not fall under "fair use" we believe you have the right to post that content.

I am still quite happy here on LJ, but if anyone is suitably stressed out by the possibility that their musings will be important or incisive enough to invite censorship, try Insane Journal.

We can always set you up as a feed to our friends page.

Insane Journal

For those of you as may be interested – perhaps pax_draconis is one of them – there is an alternative to Live Journal over at http://www.insanejournal.com/ which uses the same open source software as Live Journal, but which does not operate the same alleged censoring policies that seem to have upset a number of people.

I have cut and pasted some of the blurb from their home page here:

• InsaneJournal is a simple yet very customizable online diary. It is built on open source software from Danga Interactive.
• InsaneJournal allows you to keep in touch with all of your friends. You can create public accounts, called asylums, that allow many people to post about a common subject.
• Joining InsaneJournal is absolutely free, but highly privileged with an upgraded account.
• The InsaneJournal community is very tight-knit and very accepting of all people, it doesn't matter what you look like, what you listen to, or how old you are
• At InsaneJournal we believe in freedom of expression. We will not censor content unless it obviously violates United States law and we receive an official takedown notice. We no not self-police the site.
• Yes we are fanfic friendly. We believe works of fiction are just that. And unless such work infringes on a copyright that does not fall under "fair use" we believe you have the right to post that content.

I am still quite happy here on LJ, but if anyone is suitably stressed out by the possibility that their musings will be important or incisive enough to invite censorship, try Insane Journal.

We can always set you up as a feed to our friends page.

lunchtime drinks

My boss is leaving today – I think he may be back in on Monday to pick up stuff, but today is his last official day as head of the branch. Those who are in are down the pub and have been since 12.30. I said I’d be along a bit later, but frankly I don’t want to go. I just don’t feel up to pouring alcohol down my neck. I’m not a fan of lunchtime drinking at the best of times and today I just don’t feel quite right. Whatever blipped me last night was clearly more insidious than I thought: the thought of beer right now just makes my stomach flip.

I don’t actually feel ill or hung-over or anything like that, I just can’t face booze. I suppose I’d better nip along at some point, though, it wouldn’t look right if I didn’t.

I just want to sleep, truth be told.

lunchtime drinks

My boss is leaving today – I think he may be back in on Monday to pick up stuff, but today is his last official day as head of the branch. Those who are in are down the pub and have been since 12.30. I said I’d be along a bit later, but frankly I don’t want to go. I just don’t feel up to pouring alcohol down my neck. I’m not a fan of lunchtime drinking at the best of times and today I just don’t feel quite right. Whatever blipped me last night was clearly more insidious than I thought: the thought of beer right now just makes my stomach flip.

I don’t actually feel ill or hung-over or anything like that, I just can’t face booze. I suppose I’d better nip along at some point, though, it wouldn’t look right if I didn’t.

I just want to sleep, truth be told.