I am, mildly hungover after a night in Shunt drinking Alll the red wine, and failing to go to talks on particles or get in the wee boat but still having an ace time. I of course got home and felt instantly emo because apparently I am a Tim Buckley album.

Also, I had a dream that I was drunk...I know, and woke up hugging a cushion telling it "you're ace..y'know". Wow my imagination really isn't working very hard these days.


So to cheer me through the day, please feel free to anon-comment. It is Friday...