Still Technically Alive

Waking up in the afternoon with a skull larger than the planet you live on means either you had a genuinely good night or you’re quietly becoming an old man. Yesterday was probably both. The first thing I did after getting out of bed—and "getting out" is generous, more like falling sideways—was upload the photos from Rosi’s, which document the previous evening’s cheerful deterioration. Then Mandy called and somehow I agreed to go back to the Alexa mall to shop, which means I’m missing How I Met Your Mother. A real sacrifice. I’m pacing myself with Mon Cheris until I reach operational altitude.