I rename Tequila...

...Satan's Sweat!

Note to self: If you insist on drinking tequila, which you know does nasty things to you, don't drink it on a Thursday!

Last night I was chuffed to meet up with an old mate whom I got back in touch with thanks to FaceBook. The Foster's flowed as did the conversation, and I ended up having a Tequila! 1x tequila. It really doesn't agree with me, but fortunately I was able to...ah... keeps things under control ;) I really do feel like I'm allergic to tequila, it's the only thing that immediately makes me feel ill after just one.

I am now sitting at work feeling less than great, and I'm dreading the thought of spending the next couple hours watching the minutes count down before I can start my weekend. Not that I have anything super exciting planned. At the moment I'm having to be quite boring and all the exciting news which I have to talk about is not safe to blog about. (You never know who's reading.)

Fortunately the Sharks aren't playing this weekend, and I say fortunately because Sky's coverage is back to being almost non existent, so at least I won't have to bear the thought of not getting to watch my boys play. I'll just have to be content with watch the Lions- yawn! I can however see that it's going to be another boring weekend, all my mates seem to be preoccupied with issues, studying, other halves, etc. How dare they live their own lives, and not fulfill their duty of entertaining me- for shame!