Thursday, December 16, 2004
I don't think that I'm a drunkard
But it just seems to happen. The consultants of a certain software company bring a whole new meaning to the term "in vino veritas".
Got home yesterday at 7ish, went for a short run, and then JK called. 26 minutes and 44 seconds later; plate of Mexican food the size of Tijuana. Tequila (an), Corona (an), Magaritas (some), whiskies (uncountable).
Stumbled into the kitchen at 3am to find RA & cousin frying up a munchies induced feast. Capital timing. Ate. Slept through alarm. Woke up to a phonecall
JK> I'm sick
Cynic> I'm asleep.
JK> No, i'm gonna call in sick, and fly back home today
Cynic> What? Dammit - it's 9am. I started work 30 minutes ago.
JK> I can't face the day like this, i've got a meeting with a guy called Steve Martin.
Cynic> That's not his name.
JK> Perhaps this is why I should call in sick
Cynic> I've broken you.
JK> This is not to be repeated.
Cynic> See you next week.
JK> Maybe for a couple.
