.... or, at least, I think I am...... My phone's just buzzed with a text message (txt msg 4 thse txt typs ;-)), a good mate from work asking if I feel as rough as they do. What happened last night, well, let me begin...
Went out for a few drinks with some guys n gals from work, sort of a starter-for-ten Xmas party. Well, it really started at lunchtime, after we finished our checks on the Primavera 4.1 rollout we've been working on (which looks like it's gone without a glitch). A quick pop home to change into something a little more party-like, then back to Chicago's for more beers, laughs, long discussions with people I've not seen for ages, and also filling a few people in on the gaps, Jules, etc...
So, today's feeling is really all my fault. I'd like to think those of you buying me drinks last night can shoulder some of the blame, but then I suppose, after all, I'm a grown-up, and should know better 
You know, no matter how often it happens, you never seem to learn, do you?
The worse part, today I'm supposedly fixing the car. First things first, I need grease and sugar. So I'm off to the shops 
