Finally really and truly woke up about 2 hours ago.
I'm generally pretty good about creating and maintaining a nice, gentle buzz. At one point Saturday, I suddenly realized that I was going to be very, very drunk. And I was. After that "moment of clarity," it's all snapshots of memory. Oh, well. Don't think I did anything stupid, that I've heard of anyway.
Off to run so that I can feel at least somewhat OK with myself for the day.
Tomorrow has got to be a better day. Eesh.
Fortunately, I don't get hangovers in the traditional sense of headaches and whatever. I just feel really mentally dull. I was an unsharpened Number 2 pencil until a few hours ago.
I'll have to read about your BBQ later on.
BD
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Me: 36 W: 35 2 D: 9 and 5 T: 16 years M: 12 10/4/06: Bomb 10/5/06: Ended A 4/22/07: ILYBNILWY