because I played tourist last night and was meandering round leicester square at stupid o'clock in the morning being rude to club promoters. and eating pizza. and a hot dog. well, I was drunk.
Today I am tired, relieved (I got my coursework in, despite an incredible journey across London to get there in time), a bit hungover and (and it took me ages to grasp what the feeling was it was so familiar and yet so sort of weird) still totally in awe of / love with Chauncey.
I'm sorry, I just AM.
