squeequeg | Booze makes you popular and heals all wounds!

Long day at work. I've worked overtime three nights out of four so far this week, and the one night I didn't I went to the gym for the first time in a while. owie sore. Granted, it's not the soul-crushing overtime that several of my friends have suffered from, but it's still a bit draining. Plus I got to stare at quite a few big official documents today and proofread them till my eyeballs bled.

Velvet pants cannot help this. A very full glass of port, though, can. And did, which is why I'm in this nice pink fog at the moment. This isn't quite a drunk post; call it a tiddly post. Hee. I wrote "tiddly." I like to say "tiddly."

I've been having fun with a meme on other journals, and the herd instinct is taking over. So this meme is taken from

sanj and

jenwrites and

magdalene1 and probably lots of other people that my foggy brain is not remembering:

If you're as bored as I am today, why not post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me? It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Sadly, the bit about being bored won't apply, coz of me not using LJ during work. But I will respond, just slowly.