So, Saturday night I celebrated my creativity a little too hard. And on Sunday god punished me by adding to my reasonable hangover with a rather vicious stomach bug. Well, Connor have it to me (and Sharon) but I'm sure if there was a God she'd have been laughing at us.
Today, still feeling completely under the weather, I had to go and represent a Client at Tribunal. The Client wasn't available to give evidence so I had to present my case with nothing to back it up.
Tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself (again). I'm not entirely sure I'm cut out to represent people at Tribunal. I don't quite have the wit and depth of knowledge that the Barristers representing Customs do. Then again, maybe I'll feel differently when I'm better.
For now, I think I'm going to sulk in bed and entertain the fantasy that I'm not going to get out of bed tomorrow morning.
