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the one with the scotch
Aug. 18th, 2007 10:51 amEvery once in a while you realise how close you have flirted with disaster. I awoke about 15 minutes ago with a godawful hangover and looked towards my desk. items present were as follows. one half full bottle of Irish whisky, one glass with a measure of scotch in it, one laptop computer, logged into my email account.
And it all comes back to me. I rolled in about 1 in the morning, with about a dozen glasses of scotch working their drunken magic on me (plus the starter drinks, but I didn't drink all that much before starting the scotch. I grabbed the bottle from downstairs with the intent of getting drunker and went upstairs and turned the computer on and logged into my email account with the intention of writing drunken emails. the very words still make my blood run cold. fortunantly, it took to long for my email to load (it takes around 10 or 15 seconds usually). so I went to bed.
And it all comes back to me. I rolled in about 1 in the morning, with about a dozen glasses of scotch working their drunken magic on me (plus the starter drinks, but I didn't drink all that much before starting the scotch. I grabbed the bottle from downstairs with the intent of getting drunker and went upstairs and turned the computer on and logged into my email account with the intention of writing drunken emails. the very words still make my blood run cold. fortunantly, it took to long for my email to load (it takes around 10 or 15 seconds usually). so I went to bed.
