At least my hair looks nice...

Last night we had an informal high school reunion. Despite the bad turnout, there were some surprises. Despite my intentions, ended up having fairly too much to drink and getting the sick spins when I got home. And still managed to drag my sorry, tired, ugly and hungover ass down here before 8:30. I'm a smelly machine. Good thing I don't need my brain very much here. I've got a nice stack of photocopied papers to read, hopefully coffee soon and right now I've got fridge-water. I can't keep a train of thought going very long, evidently.

So. Right. Dirty deeds. A part of me feels strange and guilty and really immoral, especially given the obvious nature of our actions. On the other hand... its kinda fun. Although last night I was the only beneficiary. Wink wink. I don't know how I manage to find myself with such lovely men. Luck I guess. With a long office day stretching ahead of me I should be off, and my water bottle needs freshening.