Asti

As I'm sure you all know, I have four assignments in next week. One of which is almost done, two are halfway and the fourth is hardly started.

When I got to Alex's yesterday I made mistake one: buying a bottle of Asti. Now I do love Asti, it's probably my favourite, but because of the hot weather, and the demand of all the work I am going to try and do this weekend, I decided to open it early (it was supposed to be to celebrate the end of this stage play) and have a glass. Now I drink Asti from large wine glasses, which averages around three glasses a bottle. Before I knew it I was sitting down to watch the House episodes I'd missed in the week and a half I'd not been around here (incidentally I'd stayed home to do work, HA!) and other general TV I like keeping up to date with. I procrastinated until dinner time, had another glass of Asti with dinner, and then went back to get the rest.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I drank the entire celebratory bottle of Asti before I'd written a single word. This is what you'd call giving in to temptation and, my god, it seems Asti and strawberries gets the best of me before I've even started.

Even worse that drinking the entire thing; after it was gone I was too sleepy to give a damn about my work, and spent the evening talking to Ben about GvG and various dungeons we want to try out as a double hero team. And then, at ten pm, I gave up, and went to bed. Granted I had had late nights all this week, been ill in the middle of the week, and been suffering bad dreams, but I didn't even have a glass of water first, leading me into the land of headaches.

So now, of course, I'm left with almost 5000 words to write, with a headache the size of a small cruise ship and nothing to reward myself with afterwards.

On top of this little problem I also can't monk properly this weekend because I left my G13 at my house (though this could be a blessing, as there's no way I'll get all the work done before I head home anyway).

It's also another painfully hot day. I could write you a million metaphors about how the sky is blue enough to dive into and how the leaves are all shooting out and how the rivers sparkle with reflected light, blah blah blah. Frankly I'd prefer a thunderstorm.