I'm on the verge...

I had most of a litre of cider and two glasses of wine. It is now the morning. I feel sick. I am nearly sick enough to puke, but not quite. My body is telling me it wants to puke, but I know I'm not quite that sick.

Should I just puke? Or should I sleep more?

Aaah. To puke or not to puke. That is the question!

ETA: I puked. Aaah, I feel better. I had to bring it on but my stomach feels LOADS better. Man, I was so full of pecora.

ETA2: Look at that. I said 'loads'. And I didn't even notice I used it. It just - happened. Came out of me while I barely knew what I was typing. I never used that word pre-HP. Ever! You know what this means, don't you? Harry's taking over my brain. That evil little messianic dork has become a part of my psyche.

OMFG!!!

BEASTIE BOYS!!! OOOOOH YEAAAAH!! I was dancing like an idiot out the front of the house, getting down to Intergalactic (Cause that's the song I listen to when I do my BirdMartiaN comic). And Body Movin's another special one for me, cause I wrote a lot of WR stuff to that.

But mainly, I just loved dancing and shit and knowing that they were within a kilometre of me, going nuts. Oh man, that delayed 'Ddddrop!' for Intergalactic with the turntable solo was fuckin' AWESOME! Yeah!!