Now Playing: Blackeyed peas. Ulp.
Woke up this morning and thought for a minute that I was in my own bed, that it was years ago, and everything was all right. Opened my eyes to find cats arses, no gf, and no voice. Bah.
I had a great time at Ministry of Sound last night (jatb danced like a mad thing all night, and I kind of bumbled about after her), via the Star bar, some kaiten sushi at Kulu Kulu, followed by a sex shop tour in Brewer Street (me: trying on the 'oh yeah, I know what that is, shyah, yeah, I'm so jaded' attitude - brutally intercepted when I squeaked "what?! it's internal?!?!?!") and some pub or other on the way, but my voice had been fading fast by Friday afternoon, and by the time I got to the club, even the lavatory lady was taking pity on me and giving me Chupa Chups.
Today it's totally gone, reduced to a hideous grating throaty rasp. And I was supposed to spend tomorrow playing board games with opera singers. Pffft.
I tried finding some dequadin or aspirin in the house to wind it back up to normal amplification levels, but the only thing I could find was a solitary packet of Resolve. I spose that's not inappropriate, given what I was drinking last night.
Best quote of the night:
"Have you been here before? Oh. Still, if it gets too much for you after a while, here's a VIP pass, so you can have a bit of time out, love"
Sleepwatch: 10 hours. Schizo nightmares abounded.