Sigh—had a department lunch gathering today and ended up drinking. My head is pounding and I can't write a thing, so I'm pushing the evening seven o'clock chapter back to eleven. If you lot go to bed early, just check in tomorrow morning. I'm giving everyone a heads-up now so nobody's left waiting.
And finally, I have to say this with a mix of despair and indignation: my body breaks down alcohol really poorly, so my tolerance is the absolute worst out of everyone I know. My little sisters can all drink me under the table without breaking a sweat. One beer and my face turns red. Two beers and my whole body's on fire. A whole bottle and—uh—I'm passed out. It's a genuine tragedy. Next time any of you treat me to dinner, please, for the love of all that is holy, order me a soft drink or something…