Things not to do

Have a full strength beer with lunch because you're a bit nervous about having some blood taken. I've felt like complete rubbish for the entire rest of the day. Ran a bunch of errands regardless, but no writing, although I have solved the plot problem near the start of Earth Park. (I feel certain I came up with a much better name for that novella, or whatever it's going to be, but I have no idea now what it might have been.)

ETA: Oh, I get it. The ethanol and the metformin (one of my diabetes meds) are duking it out in my liver. I won't make that mistake again.

In unrelated news: I've posted some stuff at seeingred about the government's entirely baseless attack on Sudanese refugees. Pop over and have a look if you're interested.