Wake up at 1AM because nanna nap earlier in the day. I also had sulphurous burps for reasons I couldn't fathom.
Gave up on sleep because busy day ahead and I could always nap in the car on the way there.
Settle down to the compy to start writing and begin feeling really sick. Sulphurous burps continue, hot feeling rises, as does nausea.
Adjourn to the loo to realise, once again, that two Kirks' brand Diet Creamy Sodas is one too many. It was "the squits". Recover self, wonder when in hell I had that single corn kernel, and return to the computer room.
For the first time since it was built, and in sufficient light to avoid doing so firkin trip on the stage in the compy room, stumble, and almost crash wholesale into Miss Chaos' desk, jaw first.
Everything below the knee felt like absolute hell for twenty minutes and I realised that I could have nearly firkin died.
How's your day?
So yeah. After nearly becoming the semi-traditional Christmas Disaster(tm) I'm ready for that to be the worst thing that happens to all of us this time of year. Cross your fingers for me.
I can tell you for free that holding back the resultant scream was probably the most heroic thing I've done in my life.