Really no more booze. Not even on my birthday. It turns the indigestion from uncomfortable to throwing up, which is bad. And I'd not really thought about what throwing up when you've got a cold is likely to do to your throat. Ow. Admittedly it's the coughing that's got me awake now though. God knows if I'll be well enough for work tomorrow. I don't want to not be. (Although at the same time I'd love not to have to go in - being grotty doesn't make for good productivity, which scares me in terms of the depression thing, and makes me just want to run away). But I don't want to miss lunch with Acro. Or the pub. Or staying over at Mike's after. If he's not otherwise occupied mind, given his conquest at the Carlton tonight. I didn't realise him or mobbsy were all that much that way inclined.