I still have flu. I think Chris said the party was good. My hearing was impaired by the towel over my head and a basin of hot water (TIP: wait until the water has cooled a little before putting face over steam bath - large amounts of high temperature steam can cause a searing sensation in the eyes, nose, mouth and face).   I have read a couple of chapters of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'. I suspect Hunter S. Thompson may be a drug addict.   I went to bed. Tutorial work be damned. I feel like I'm thinking through cotton wool.
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