Or a bullet? Seriously, just shoot me.

What a wuss I have become: two Negronis (TWO! TWO! Thanks to this diet I’ve become a total alcopussy; how undignified!) at the Sutton Place with Hermione and I’m as good as dead today. Believe me, doing the rounds of blogs and forums going “what in HELL did I post last night” is not the very best way to start the day. At least it appears from the evidence that I attempted to do some paid blogging last night, realized I was too far gone, and crashed, leaving it as a draft to pick up the next day. God knows I don’t mind making an ass of myself around these parts, but I hate doing it on someone else’s blog.

Posting will resume once the greasy junk food has taken effect.