Circadian Shift

Sunday may be summarized thusly:

Ow.

I even missed brunch (sorry, N).

Mr. Marc Weissblott provides this most erudite re-cap of my evening:

Circadian Shift blogger Jen expressed her enthusiasm for the concept with a bottle of Glenfiddich single malt scotch whisky, left undrunk for eight years. Based on her sequence of entries, Jen spent the night contemplating the contents of her dusty bar cart, lost control of her noun usage and faculties for writing code, then was drained all motivation before midnight.

Well, good, I'm glad to see that me making a jackass of myself didn't go completely unnoticed.

I obviously failed to anticipate how much effect drinking a Glenfiddich of unknown potency and in unknown quantity (out of an oversized coffee mug -- not the full mug, but filled partially, then refilled partially) would have.

So, I can now safely cross NaDruWriNi off my list of "Stupid Things to Do That May Seem Like Good Ideas at the Time".

Of some of the other NaDruWriNi participants:

• Stennie: "I told you it was going to happen. I fell asleep... I think my first experience at NaDruWriNi is a failure. I think I need to participate in a team next year, or not at all."
• BrockLi went dumpster-diving
• Miss Hannah: "Listen to me.....DRINK WATER. Between every drink! For serious! You'll thank me!!" (Damn, wish I read that sooner.)
• Ed posts a re-cap of his recent dating history and ponders a crack in the ceiling
• girl in black: "yeah, this was a fucking mistake. you live, you learn."

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