I am Flood's Hangover
Well, if there was anything to convince me I probably made the right decision when I took the Pledge when I turned 21, besides the much more important reason that there's bad alcoholism on both sides of my thankfully estranged extended family, it would be having a hungover Exile in my headspace. This isn't fun. Neither was having him trying to front all last night when I was trying to IM people. Sorry about the occasional drunk typing last night, people! I barely managed to get him back under control, but thankfully, he passed out. Then the headspace crazies, including Adrien his brother, and Feronus the werewolf, decided to have some fun with him. They wanted to strip Flood naked and chain him to a street sign smack in the middle of Downtown in the Mega-City, but I told them that might make him an easy mark for whoever's trying to bump him off. Then they almost took he_dreams_awake's suggestion to "Cover him with mustard and tell him you have no idea what happened to him." I put in a comprimise: strip Flood and put some of his brother's cheap, off-the-rack clothes on him.
Needless to say, he didn't stir till noon, aside from waking up when I woke up at 9.30 and in a weakened voice begging me to "Please shut the blinds before [he] went blind". I replied, "I can't, there's a balsam fir with red and white Christmas lights on it in the way. And you can't be too bad off if you can still do word play." but he'd gone back under before I got all that out.
So... I've had to put up with a ghost of a headache and ghost nausea all day. If he ever does this again, I just might throw him to the mercy of the Tinkertoy devs and tell them "Have at it!" No, really, I'm managing to keep my sense of humor. Thank heavens that "Psychology Today" magazine ran a cover article on dealing with narcissists... one of the cardinal rules: If you keep a narcissist in the right perspective, they're actually very funny.
Needless to say, he didn't stir till noon, aside from waking up when I woke up at 9.30 and in a weakened voice begging me to "Please shut the blinds before [he] went blind". I replied, "I can't, there's a balsam fir with red and white Christmas lights on it in the way. And you can't be too bad off if you can still do word play." but he'd gone back under before I got all that out.
So... I've had to put up with a ghost of a headache and ghost nausea all day. If he ever does this again, I just might throw him to the mercy of the Tinkertoy devs and tell them "Have at it!" No, really, I'm managing to keep my sense of humor. Thank heavens that "Psychology Today" magazine ran a cover article on dealing with narcissists... one of the cardinal rules: If you keep a narcissist in the right perspective, they're actually very funny.