A friend is leaving Singapore this Tuesday, so we took him out drinking. This was probably a bad idea; after a whole day without sleep (awake until 2am) and a hard day at the office (twelve hours with paltry amounts of water) I was in no mood for fun. I wanted to go home, not to enjoy myself.
Happily I made the effort to stay out, and, a pizza and two gin and tonics and three beers later, it was time,to crawl into a taxi and go home. Head wobbling, far beyond the normal levels of drunkenness I can sustain, I wobbled home, stopping only to pick up my tax return and then flop onto the sofa. I hope tomorrow is better.