This, of course, caused me to not get to bed until 1:30 last night, so now I'm all foggy and--even better--full of vertigo. I almost fell down in the shower. Next thing you know, I'll be a disembodied head with animated swirls in the background. (See, my brain is so dysfunctional right now I can't even get a Hitchcock reference to sound clever.)
Oh, and apologies and hellos to everyone I drunk-dialed on Saturday. That's what happens when your friends' bands cancel a matinee show and you and your cohorts end up at the Low-Cost Bar at 6 pm. You stay there until 10, and then hit Bob and Barbara's for a number of specials. And then you and Simon LeBon get pizza, and you feed much of the crust to a mysterious dog in Simon's house. Then Simon walks you home and finds a supersoaker on the street. The supersoaker is promptly destroyed.
You wake up the next morning not with a hangover, but with a cold.
Yeah, the second person is totally annoying. I apologize.