Three nights of drinking, excellent nights each, and here I am, Monday evening, my week about to begin tomorrow, lost in a cold wintry nostalgia, and the feeling of someone having just left a metaphorical room. Oh, I'm missing something, but I don't know what - some gap, some absence, some lost thing or lost time...
At The Geekest Link pub quiz last night, out of eight teams, my team came seventh... oh, the shame.
