Do you believe
In what you see ..?
In what you see ..?
I'll have to make this a brief one, as I have a seminar at 9am tomorrow (theoretically today). It seems that the strike action proposed for tomorrow has been called off and we get to go to uni and save our educations after all. Hurrah and huzzah.
Last night was a more drunken one than expected, causing me to inconveniently miss my 10am lecture this morning. I had to wake up about 8:45, to allow myself enough time to wake myself up properly and make the oh-so-tough decision to walk or get the bus. So, when my snowy, drunken self got home at around half 1, I went to set my phone alarm for said time. I don't really recall this part. Anyway, I woke up this morning to my alarm going off and looked at the time - 6:30. Brilliant, plenty of time left. So I went back to sleep, woke up again after a couple of hours, looked at my phone - 8:30. Stonking, I have an hour and a half before my lecture. Sweet. Then glanced up at my wall clock, which handily read 10:30. Huh? Shit.
Apparently when I went to set the alarm, I accidentally put the actual phone time back 2 hours, god knows how. Then, instead of fixing it, I just went ahead and set my alarm for 8:45. Of course, not ever remembering doing this, I thus woke up at 6:30 not realising it was 8:30. I kind of felt like the guy in Memento. I looked for a tattoo on my body somewhere that said 'You're a retard. You set your clock wrong last night. No-one killed your wife'.
So yes, the drunk mind works in mysterious ways. Particularly when cider to the brain has taken precedence over blood and oxygen.
Last night was a more drunken one than expected, causing me to inconveniently miss my 10am lecture this morning. I had to wake up about 8:45, to allow myself enough time to wake myself up properly and make the oh-so-tough decision to walk or get the bus. So, when my snowy, drunken self got home at around half 1, I went to set my phone alarm for said time. I don't really recall this part. Anyway, I woke up this morning to my alarm going off and looked at the time - 6:30. Brilliant, plenty of time left. So I went back to sleep, woke up again after a couple of hours, looked at my phone - 8:30. Stonking, I have an hour and a half before my lecture. Sweet. Then glanced up at my wall clock, which handily read 10:30. Huh? Shit.
Apparently when I went to set the alarm, I accidentally put the actual phone time back 2 hours, god knows how. Then, instead of fixing it, I just went ahead and set my alarm for 8:45. Of course, not ever remembering doing this, I thus woke up at 6:30 not realising it was 8:30. I kind of felt like the guy in Memento. I looked for a tattoo on my body somewhere that said 'You're a retard. You set your clock wrong last night. No-one killed your wife'.
So yes, the drunk mind works in mysterious ways. Particularly when cider to the brain has taken precedence over blood and oxygen.
