Why, why, why?

This morning I woke up fresh and energised. I rolled over luxuriously, found and put on my glasses limpidly, languidly clasped the alarm clock and brought it in range. On the one day where I have nothing to do, the day when I should catch up on lost sleep, I wake up at 8:15. After much grumbling sleep did return, and brought with it those random dozy dreams. A sample:

- There was five pounds on my desk (there isn't)
- A friend tried to find me, and then did.
- My mum offered to give me a lift to a party at 7. I forgot, and when I remembered (the loudest I've ever shouted a swear in a dream) she was still there, at 10. She still drove me. Was relieved.
- Two people I vaguely know were wandering drunkenly on a hill. I asked them if they were drunk. They were.

Always entertaining. Occasionally you get the odd nightmare in the mix - angry corpse in car, purple teddy with powers of paralysation - but it's a fair price to pay. Last night I went to a room party held by a friend I haven't seen in ages. Rather like this bullet point thingy, so here's some things I learned itemized for your convenience:

- Never drink Aldi's 'Bardolino' red wine. A friend described it as 'not fun to swallow'
- There is a writer who documented every movement he made in a day. Things like 'raised left arm'. Naturally, being postmodern, he did some rather personal things and wrote them down too. How frank, edgy, and coincidental.
- If you meet a charming, beautiful woman there is a good chance her beauty has already charmed someone else. Retreat like the gentleman you are.

On the last point. I noticed an American friend of mine flirting with a girl he knew had a boyfriend. His excuse: 'does she have a ring on her finger?'

Fair play?