Why do people wait until I'm extremely drunk before they ask me difficult questions about the difference between things like "a priori" and "a fortiori"?
Well, I wasn't expecting that this morning.
After last night's excellent party, this morning I stumbled out of the farmhouse, started the car, and set off. The first couple of yards were fine, but after that, I went into a bit of a decline. More specifically the front driver's-side corner of the car descended about five inches, accompanied by a loud "clunk" noise.
So I'm back in the farmhouse now, waiting for a tow.
She's lusting over my reference books now.
My work here is done.