never drinking again. Ever. I *forgot* to eat last night (for that read: couldn't be arsed making dinner) so the pop tarts I had at breakfast and the single slice of bread with spready cheese which made up my lunch was all that was in my stomach to soak up the three beers. I'm Scottish, I'm used to drinking, three beers is nothing normally but now I have the hangover from hell, a mountain of work to do, a meeting with the boss this afternoon (which I just know is going to turn into a shouting match) and the Water at Work people are late with their delivery so the cooler's nearly empty.

I'm never drinking again, I do actually feel like this icon right now which is a great state to be in on a Wednesday morning...