I hadn't been doing so badly today. OK, I'd been up since 4am and I'd commendably managed to sustain myself during the morning. I got through two meetings and had just had lunch, when I found myself fading away a bit. I thought to myself, don't panic - it's just a post-lunch lull. By the time we get to the next meeting, everything will be fine.
Fine? Our next meeting was on the 13th floor. The building was a bit, er, "ramshackle", and the lift only went as far as the 12th floor and we had to go up to the fire escape to make it to the "showroom". I think my fridge is a fair bit bigger than the room we had to squeeze in to.
But the worst part was how quickly I faded. I sat down and nearly passed out. They turned on the disco balls, flashing linkable lights and smoke machines, so the whole thing felt like a hallucination - I swear to you, I was sleeping with my eyes open. Everyone was looking at me to say something. They're still waiting.
Back down the fire escape and into a taxi and I did pass out. Then the door opened, I fell out onto the road and now I'm writing this in my next meeting.
I feel quite perky, actually.
