So Drunk, So Hung-over

I frickin love those nights when you get so drunk that you can barely remember what happened the next day. Don't like being hung-over though - I always forget about that bit!
I had one of those nights last Friday.
Caroline from work was having a going away party and free drinks caused my head to explode. I think I went a bit mad - Maryann felt that she had to keep telling me to calm down.
Anyway Caroline seemed to enjoy the evening and that's the whole point of a work-farewell-drinks-outing. She's leaving the bookshop for a career in nursing - good luck to her, that's an important role and I'm sure she will do well.

I saw Alex G and Tessa on Saturday and I was so tired and out-of-it that I could barely maintain a conversation. The complete opposite of the night before. I told them both that I had started writing a blog.
They laughed!
Laughed, I say!
Then they asked what it was about.
"Ninjas" came the obvious reply.
They laughed again!
I don't get it. I try to make a frickin contribution to society/culture/etc and all I get is ridicule!
Oh, well.
That's the life of a true artist, I suppose.
Tis my humble burden.

Two weeks until I'm due to leave for India and I started listening to a Hindi language tape at midnight last night. If I keep this up by the time I get there, I will be able to sound out all 10 vowels and a handful of consonants like a true native. As for constructing a single word out of these letters, we'll see.
By the time I get back to Australia, I might be able to form a crude sentence!