2002-12-29

God, I was actually hung over ALL DAY yesterday, like right until I went to bed. That’s just not right. And I can’t figure out why – well, apart from the obvious “I got stupid drunk Friday night.” But it’s not like I was drinking Rusty Nails or something like that (and I’m here to tell you that those things will kill you. No, really, they will KILL you. Right after they make you go blind). Usually a plain old lager hangover wears off by four or so in the afternoon. Regretfully, that was not the case yesterday, and at eleven o’clock last night I was still moaning pitifully and getting dizzy if I stood up too fast. I must be getting old.

I sure was stupid drunk, though. Oh man. If anyone tells you they overheard me delivering an enthusiastic monologue about historic linguistics to some poor person I’d just met, they’re lying, the lot of them. They MUST be lying, obviously, since what I know about historic linguistics is, if not nothing at all, certainly a very convincing approximation thereof. Certainly not enough to expound upon for half an hour.