Pour me another. It'll be my first.
I've been drunk/buzzed/alcohol-soaked for so many of the past five nights that tonight --when I haven't had anything to drink stronger than a Diet Blahblahblahblah Pepper-- I'm experiencing a Pavlovian Placebo Effect:
I'm in my house with my roommate. Therefore, I must be drunk.
It's more than a little disconcerting, since I usually only have to worry about the Placebo Effect when at a party. Now it seems I've nearly expanded my autopersuasive ability to the level of being placebo-drunk all the time.
Sort of a reverse Vimes, for those in the know.
I'm in my house with my roommate. Therefore, I must be drunk.
It's more than a little disconcerting, since I usually only have to worry about the Placebo Effect when at a party. Now it seems I've nearly expanded my autopersuasive ability to the level of being placebo-drunk all the time.
Sort of a reverse Vimes, for those in the know.