My head still hurts from last night. Comes of going along to James & Co.'s Pendragon gaming night at
sororkama's flat (her man's the GM). Two people smoking in a small, enclosed living room? Urk. Something tells me my transcription speed, normally the closest thing I have to a super-power, will be cut in half, and I'll be sitting there thinking, I want to go to bed. And Will, if you don't shut Activa Vita up, I'll do it for you.
I don't know how to juggle tomorrow night: I'm supposed to go see the Lords show this term (which I'm not involved in, except in my post as treasurer), but I was informed yesterday that there's a mandatory LUSH staff meeting from 6:30-???. It means I won't get to the show on time. I wonder if I should leave the cash-box with somebody.
Heroes this week? Hurt so good.