By the gods...
I'm drunk. Not "I was drunk", no, I am STILL drunk, and typing this at work. The boss had our holiday party last night, with an open tab at a local bar. I have now been drunk twice in My life, the first being My Uncle Harry's wake.
Three glasses of Glenlivet, a 4 horseman (Ask Rog what that is, I have no clue), a dirty girlscout (or something like that), and a LOT of beer. I apparantly left at 11:30pm. I don't remember anything after 9:30. I walked to Bombadill's coffee shop this morning, and had Tessie and Agatha pick me up and drive me in. This... is a tender morning.
EDIT: OMG! This is EXACTLY what it's like to be Me today. I am Faye. http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=535