annoyedLet's just say, the events of last night are a little hazy, and there are things I don't remember at all, like the entire period between leaving the club and ending up praying to the porcelain goddess.
Of course, all of this would be water off a duck's back (cuz, you know, sometimes you get sick, and very occasionally I gets myself sick), except when I was at Wil's today (not having quite made it all the way back home yet, and still recovering -- well, I'm still still recovering), I dropped my, ah, ensoiled jacket in the wash. With my phone still in the pocket.
So, I now have a completely non-functional phone (mind you, a very, very clean non-functional phone). Which had all of my phone numbers on it. A great many of which I had recorded in no other place.
And that's really aggravating.
And next week, my birthday. Feh.
