Good morning, I am eating Crispix. I've had the trouble of getting up at ten in the morning every day, no matter how late I went to sleep. Last night I was out after four in the morning but I still woke up at ten. Now I'm nursing my hangover with the bowl of Crispix and an extra-large cup of water.This is the second time I've been drunk and hit in the head with blunt objects. Last night's perp was a glass of some vile drink being passed around, it hit me between the eyes twice and once on the back of my head. The party was a lot of fun, regardless of random drink-related injuries. I drank even though I kind of told myself - and my moral compass Ian - that I wouldn't. It was because some annoying people showed up and I didn't particularly want to be sober for it, which I understand is not really a noble reason to do it. But I didn't know that the annoying people would kind of keep to themselves and I wouldn't have to tolerate them. Oh well, I know that I just have to nurse a drink if they show up at the next one.
It was a party full of a few close friends and a bunch of funny people. We had bratwurst and Corona and there are so many pictures I want you to see but Rico's digital camera is missing an uplink cable. I'll bug him about getting one, but no promises. I'm kind of afraid to look at my forehead in the mirror, it's seriously tender.
Okay, I checked it out and it looks fine. Maybe I have a little bump but that's it. Presto loaned me Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami. This is my first Murakami and I'm happy to have it. I just started The Awakening again and now I kind of want to speed through it but I can't put it down. And I got a delivery notice which is either my new Calvino or The Fountainhead. What a happy day for reading!
