Woke up this morning with little recollection of coming home, and an empty box for a Pizza Hut large pan pizza on my dining table.
(That's over 2000 calories, in case you were wondering. All eaten by me.)
And now I feel pretty average, and need to be ready to start drinking again by this evening, and then wake up again for a boozy pub lunch tomorrow. That will be followed by book club where we'll be discussing Faulkner, which has to be the worst planning of any sequence of events by anyone, ever.