I want to confess that last night I had so much wine to drink, I had absolutely no idea what I was typing when I emailed the story I was working on to my editor. I also have no recollection of what I produced last night and was thoroughly afraid of opening my mailbox to review my drunken rambles this morning.
Lucky for me, everything turned out better than expected and I have somehow or rather concluded that I am a talented drunk writer. Except I spelt Wednesday as Wedneday and missed out the e in Patek Phillipe.
I am also still searching for my contact lenses, which I have seemed to have removed subconsciously and left somewhere. Exactly where I do not know.