I went to a party last night in San Francisco, but like a complete rookie I’d forgotten to eat beforehand, and in fact I hadn’t eaten since lunch, and I was jetlagged to hell, so at 10pm I was already nodding off in the back seat of an Uber.
Today I woke up, ready to die, and had a quite horrible morning, ashen faced, occasionally piking into a conference centre toilet. Not the greatest start to the day.
Things picked up in the second half of the day, when I was no longer vomiting, but I was feeling pretty brutal. No chance to play Blood Bowl tonight, I’m off to bed.