Blargh

[yagathai]

I wasn't going to drink anything tonight, but it was Brian's and Dallis's and Lowell's birthday (they're all older this week) and so I had a single glass plastic cup of really crappy screwtop mead (from the PA renfaire winery? no less) in order to toast them. Oh man, it was bad - and now my stomach hurts and my head hurts and I am on the train home, being angry with the loud teenagers sitting behind me being all loud and teenaged.

GET OFF MY METAPHORICAL LAWN!