Alcomahol is not my friend, no matter how I try. I guess I am not good at making friends.

On Thursday I washed and dressed purely so that I could go for a late dinner with Shiny and his partner (whose name I never remember even after a bunch of years).  Was a nice dinner but left me very glad I didn't date him any longer than I did, back in 2005ish.  And very impressed by his partner's patience.   We then did a bit of a drive around town and went to one of the lamer lookouts to look down on the city for a little while.

Friday I had plans with Tavendale.  We had intended to go to Promising Young Woman but the timings clashed with other plans.  So late lunch cafe-ing turned into a sitting in pubs until New New New closed for the night and sent us home.  While I mostly stuck to the non-alcoholic, the three drinks I had over the many hours people were drinking left me pretty shit faced.  I have no tolerance.  That said I picked drinks that were all very nice.  A chocolate stout at Duke of Wellington, a new new new stout and a hard soda that was all berry flavours and really didn't seem like alcohol at all.

I got home and was annoying at people.

I went to bed too late as I was too wired to sleep.

And then I still didn't sleep for ages.

And when I finally did I was awoken soon after by the nastiest leg cramps.

And more leg cramps.

And loading up on magnesium supplements at 5am, just to go back to bed for more leg cramps.

When I gave up on trying to sleep I headed to a day of wearing PJs and just lying on the couch as I have been too tired to focus on anything and my left leg is so muscle fatigued from all the cramp that I couldn't straighten it for hours and even now, well into the evening, it won't hold weight.

So winning.

All I have 'achieved' today is watching all the new season of A Discovery of Witches.  It is trash, which I knew from the first season.  But was exactly the sort of trash I expected.  With a non-ended to feed into the next season.