Went out drinking last night and I spent the small hours with head in a bucket and a migrane. Given that I only had 6 (or 7?) beers, this is very peculiar – I drink way more than that every week at the footy and come out fine.

In awful news, Don lost his wallet after we got out of the cab home (we only realised this morning). So he has been running about cancelling stuff – not fun. Although pretty staggering that this is the first time such a thing has happened – in all of his almost-40 years he has never lost his wallet or had it stolen.

We were going to go to see this band tonight with my lesbian lover, however no wallet / credit card means no way of collecting tickets (I’m still all kinds of sick, so it is probably a good thing).

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