Hungover.

....and on white wine too. I was up way too late, listening to old CDs and reading through ancient diary entries again. I got really annoyed with my 25-year old self; One entry contained references to reading a book, but I hadn't mentioned exactly which book it was. What a daft oversight. Judging from the time and place (February 1994, Izmir), I suspect the book was either Grave's I, Claudius or a dreadful read by some pretentious EFL teacher in Saudi, the name of which was Sucking Sherbert Lemons.