I'm Afraid of . . . feeling good.

Went clubbing last night.

Hungover at work. It's funny, whenever I'm in these situations (and we try and do the thursday night out a couple of times a week) I never feel that bad first thing. However, as the day wears on and I begin to sober up, I start feeling worse. I've managed to avoid the headache today -- unlike my housemate, heh -- but I'm dehydrated and I feel like doing anything other than checking reinforcement drawings. Boring enough at the best of times, but today all of the lines are become one. The paper looks like someone tried to draw a game of pick-up sticks.

Gah.

Consequently nothing to report for the past few days. I've worked a bit more on the superhero story, but I know now that I'm not going to make it this month. Next month the workshop is running a YA Challenge, which doesn't really appeal to me. Maybe I'll actually work on something else instead. No word back from either of my stories, but I don't expect anything for a while.

Later . . .