Missing a hangover

To my immense surprise, when I awoke this morning I did not feel like fried shit. This, despite all the wine I drank last night, came as something of a surprise. Was I just still drunk? I wasn't bumping into the walls of the flat or arguing with the furniture, so I assumed I was sober. Perhaps I'd just dodged a bullet.

Another sunny day

The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and so I scuttled like an overgrown cockroach betwixt the comedy club and my apartment.

I was going to say a well-dressed cockroach, but I didn't realise until 5pm that I had neglected to do up my flies. Say what you like about cockroaches, you don't see them risk inadvertently exposing themselves.