hold on a second...!

ok, right in this minute I should be really working on my pre-diploma. it's almost done and the deadline is close, too. but of course it's so hard to focus, I'm trying hard to force myself on working on... damn it! sometimes I think I got ADD (ADHS in german) since sitting still and doing something for longer than 15 minutes is almost beyond my abilities... so, let me tell you about yesterday (afterwards I'll continue the work, much more concentrated then):

I hear a noise.. what is it? oh, the alarm clock. I slowely open my eyes and the more I wake up, the more confused I become. who set this alarm? wasn't me. hm, maybe this person sleeping next to me? huh?! who is this person?? oh, just Katha! calm down, you don't know why she is sleeping next to you, but hey! rather find out why you STILL HAVE YOUR CLOTHES ON! now, that's really weird... well, I'm thinking slowly, asking Katha what's going on, trying to figure out what happened between that one shot of tequila last night and now. Katha wants to go to uni, but I decide won't as I come back from the loo, wavering. not that I would know what day we have or when my first seminar starts. and too many questions are still not answered yet. ...
somewhen later that day I wake up again. some facts coming back to my memory: it's thursday. the seminar starts in excactly 10 minutes. well, without me, then. the plan about getting up and work doesn't really work out and after about an hour I'm back in bed, dressed again, but different clothes this time. ...
Katha comes back from uni, it's somewhen in the evening, I get up to close that gap in my mind. ok, most of it I start remembering myself: we were back from bowling (birthday party of a friend of mine) and started drinking some tequila shots and cordial (Kräuterlikör). there was some loud music - Herbert Grönemeyer: Bleibt alles anders - and both of us bawling with it, "dancing", laughing, lying on the floor, nothing special, indeed. ok, that doesn't sound that bad, right? Katha tells me how she met our neighbourgh who had asked, what kind of party we had last night and if we played bowling in the kitchen. at least she wasn't really mad, since we rarely have parties like that! see, we are good girls! then I suddenly see the lit of the tequila bottle lying on the kitchen floor, I wonder if I had put the open bottle back in the cupboard... and Katha wonders why I look in there, saying: "Well, you won't find the bottle there! You threw it out of the window last night!" I look at her, my mouth open in disbelief... "You're kidding! Why should I...? I mean, there was something left in it, wasn't it?!" No, it was empty! and now everything starts making sense... I think there was only one other occasion in my life when I was so drunk that I can't remeber things, back in NZ, uuuhhh... at least I think I haven't hit anyone. or anything... important.
I felt quite bad for the rest of the day, and again I managed to be still drunk when showing up at work, although it's the late shift... there's only one thing I'm proud of: despite not knowing how or when it happened, my contact lenses found their way back in the box, even in the right order! but that tequila bottle will always be a mystery to me...

BTW, now you know the reason why the sardinia report is not here yet. I'm working on it. and BTW, no, this one won't be in german... guess why!