I was over at Atta's house. She lives on the first floor of a shop called Göring (Maybe I should write fucking Göring because I might get a few more hits by Nazi perverts. ) We had cake, coffee and Sherry. It's the lamest sort of alcohol of course, but if there's nothing else around even the devil drinks Sherry. After the bottle was gone we had wine and later I had beer. Strange experiment. Sherry gives you a very strange hangover.
You don't really feel it, but you know it's there. Got up early, made coffee, stared at the fridge. Went out to get a paper, stared at the fridge again. Couldn't eat. Ran around the lab all day, dusted the robots. Martin came over and brought some rolls. He had cherry after the riot on first of may last year. Someone had broken open a supermarket and everything except for Sherry was gone. He didn't like it either.