Go out for a Catch Up drink with Best Mate (BM), in which grape and grain are mixed. Best bit of conversation:
ME: So, did you catch the last Green Wing?
ME: It's okay if you didn't reall-
BM: I didn't really like it.
ME: Well that's okay.
BM: I mean there were a couple of bits I liked.
ME: (immediately) They were probably mine. I probably wrote those bits.
BM: They felt like you.
ME: Well there you go.
Come home, drunkenly post on other James' blog. A number of times.
Wake up at six in the morning feeling fresh as a daisy. Go for a swim, buy paper, return home, fall asleep again.
Wake up at midday, now thoroughly confused, with no idea what time it is, where you are, or, quite possibly who you are. It's oddly freeing.
* or 'disorientate'? Hmm.