You go to the tea station to make a cuppa top stave off said tiredness, only to discover the coffee you'd left to brew several hours ago and have distinct (and obviously absolutely false) memories of drinking. Of course, this realisation does not surface until you've made the intended cup of tea.
*sigh*

So yes, I'm still at work, and no, I'm not actually tipsy, I'm in the postdrome of a glass of red wine where, because I don't really have to be anywhere, I could quite contently stay here and keep working - but I'm not going to because on a Friday night that would be wrong and bad.

The glass of wine was accompanied by watching a few of my workmates ( Read more... )