pull out his eyes, apologise (with half-hearted apologies to james joyce)
over the weekend, there was a flurry of emails between various group members regarding an assignment due this friday. because i am the official editor and compiler of documentation, all things are being sent to me. because my weekend was full of drinking social activity, i think i stopped responding at a certain point. this little exchange took place in the late evening:
c: was everything i sent you alright?
moi (on computer briefly): yup. thanks. sorry, drinking with a friend.