It's not like I've been going wild. I had one evening of dinner and drinks with theatre friends, but I don't thing that's what sent me home to wake up with a ridiculously congested head. (What? I can't hear you!) It must be those Scottish mists.
So yeah, miniature bout of illness, and my worst symptoms are failure to complete tasks because I'm exhausted and my mind is elsewhere -- and inability to walk on cobblestones. Which is why I'm going to bed early, and sleeping sleeping sleeping.
I'm seeing aforementioned rear end of Alan Cumming on Wednesday! Woot!
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