If I just woke up, it’s breakfast
The trip was uneventful, but so very, very long. I carried on bravely and as long as I could, like the courageous weasel that I am, but finally crashed out and slept the happy, dreamless sleep of the rabid and feral. Uncle B just woke me up with a bottle of champagne.
It isn’t the best champagne, but very drinkable and plenty good enough to get me out of bed and into some serious drinking.
Huzzah! Christmas is here!
December 20, 2007 — 8:44 pm
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