I woke up this morning with a start, then looked at my alarm clock. It's little green LCD read 8:30. So I shot up (that's the time I'm supposed to ARRIVE at work) and called my boss, leaving her an apologetic voicemail about my tardiness. After that I grabbed my shit and ran to the bathroom, passing the big clock on my way. Which caused me pause. It said 7:30. As did nearly every clock in the house. SHIT!

So I took a nice shower, got dressed, had a cuppa, and a few thousand aspirins, to fend off the oncoming hangover. Okay, the long arrived & settled hangover.

See, last night I went to Iggy's and had a number (6) of drinks (all Harp), almost none of which did I pay for. There, in addition to the drinking, I had a long conversation with Miranda (who is now a college student), then Max, then Liam & Dean (the bartenders). When finally I staggered home it was about 3am. SHITE!