Hangover cure: hair of the dog and chinese food.

I'm starting to straighten up after a three day birthday bender, so thanks to everyone who's helped me celebrate or sent well-wishes over these last couple of days, via e-mail or MySpace. It's appreciated. The only problem is I have to go out again tomorrow night, to a "gourmet night". Here's hoping my rather delicate stomach can recover in time, for what sound like a potentially punishing experience. I'm off to bed, to read SCOTT PILGRIM GETS IT TOGETHER (which has, unbelievably, laid unread here for a couple of days, thanks to my pressing social schedule) and sleep it off.