Okay. I drank how much yesterday? Half a litre of gin. All by my lonesome. And yet I was still coherent enough to ...
- ... type semi-correctly and vaguely coherently;
- ... not only manage to smoke without injuring myself, but also rolling cigarettes (although I make no claims as to the quality of said cigs);
- ... put the covre on my duvet right before I went to sleep;
- ... actually remember how to speak English.
Mireille and everyone else involved in the QuidditchGeeksInWuv part of the RPG, I want ze chatlogs. Now. because my dancing kink needs to be satisfied.
And apparently, I wasn't sober enough to not sleep on my arm. Ow.
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