Maybe I should go back to bed

Last night: Four jugs of Heineken. Three glasses. Conversations about cats and films (but not cats in films).

Today: One small hangover. Dammit.

I wouldn't even be up now, except that G-man hauled me out of bed for brunch. I ate more than I expected (thank you, Scruffy Murphy's), but I think I need some Panadol and to stay out of the sun for the rest of the afternoon.