Less beer, more sleep

That seems to be a recipe for success in othello tournaments. Although that's based on a very dodgy premise, assuming that I would have done better today had I not been hungover and tired. But I did really quite well on day one, winning four out of seven and not losing the others too spectacularly.

But I'm too tired to write about it now, and Father Ted's on telly (Chirpy Burpy Cheap Sheep), so I'll write more tomorrow. Unless I write an extensive critique of Bear In The Big Blue House instead, I'll see how I feel.