Party last night. Meant to stay for a few minutes to establish presence. Was the last one to leave. V. large amount of champagne consumed. Played games with co-workers that were lewd and licentious - human resources people are probably already on a plane out here. Head feels as if brain has been removed and replaced by wads of v. heavy woollen Hudson Bay blanket ripped into shreds and tied into knots. Tongue is something that has been left in a refrigerator for three months. And the refrigerator lost power two months ago. Must keep moving otherwise universe revolves too fast around me. Time to go to meeting with big prospective client. They won't notice coffee sloshing over edge of cup due to hand shaking, right?