hurk

Boy, do I feel nauseous. I wish I didn't feel nauseous.

*hhuuuuuuurk*

Uck. Well, at least I don't feel nauseous any more.

snippet

Inexact quoting, since in the intervening hours I killed a good many brain cells.

Her: "So, are you in the pub?"

Me: "No, I'm currently walking in the rain to catch a DART to get to the pub."

Her: "That's so clichéd!"

Me: "Hey, I can't help it. The country provides the cliché and I just live it."

Boy, I'm glib.