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   *big big sighs* ...

Well, that went a lot worse than I was expecting. Not the conference, it seems to be going swimmingly; no, the problem is that when you take one Catherine, deprive her of sleep for most of a week, keep her too busy to eat for a day and then ply her with alcohol, she ends up spending large chunks of the night curled up with a toilet vomitting the little bit of food she ate before drinking anything. When she wasn't asleep on the floor, of course.

*is ded from embarrassment*

A random student (her name was Sarah, and for most of our relationship I was convinced she was hotel staff, which makes me even more embarrassed) found me and held my hand for a good half hour or more, and then Korinne and Anna helped me back to the room I'm sharing with Anna.

And of course, I suffered from surprisingly-lucid-but-terribly-honest-drunk syndrome, which I really need to get over. Telling people that you think they have the potential to be great isn't the best way to win friends, although I think she took it in stride. I'm always worried by how I seem to think more about what I'm saying when drink, but I still say all the wrong things.

It's time for the next session of the conference to start, so I'm going to take some rocky road and apologise to Sarah, because she seems like the nicest person I've met in weeks.

Labels: conferences, losing sleep, yay vodka