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dolorosa_12Last night I went out to a dinner party with my dad and some of his journalist friends. As usual, they made excellent food, and had even more excellent wine which I liked just a bit too much. And they love to pontificate, and alcohol only aids them in their self-satisfied pontification, and so the party went on and one and on. (The way I'm telling it, it sounds terrible, but that's just it - it was good to be there and I stayed much longer than I should've.)
The end result was that I didn't get home until after midnight, and then had to crawl out of bed way too early. Any plans I might've had for transcribing an interview I did yesterday went out the window! At least![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angel_cc had turned the heater on in my room, so I didn't have to wait for hours on end for it to heat up.
Working while hungover and exhausted, while not a new experience for me, is not getting any easier despite its increasing frequency.
At least I'm finished for the day.
The end result was that I didn't get home until after midnight, and then had to crawl out of bed way too early. Any plans I might've had for transcribing an interview I did yesterday went out the window! At least
angel_cc had turned the heater on in my room, so I didn't have to wait for hours on end for it to heat up.Working while hungover and exhausted, while not a new experience for me, is not getting any easier despite its increasing frequency.
At least I'm finished for the day.
