I hate the drop from .10 to .08 because I think it specifically targets casual drinkers and that the greater dangers have been from people WAAAY over the legal limit.
See, this is why I'm glad there are three bars within walking distance of my apartment.
On the list of things not helping me sleep: earthquake, 4.4.
ita, it woke me up out of a sound sleep, and now I'm quietly feaking out and bemoaning the fact that my paltry five hours of sleep may now be more like three. Damn is the commute going to suck this morning.
Quake woke me. Can't get back to sleep. Fuck.
I was already mildly awake, but it felt like somebody grabbed my bed and shook it, and I can't settle down.
Ditto. I envy Drew his ability to wake up, mutter "earthquake," and fall back asleep. Also, I apparently cricked my neck when the bed jumped, and it hurts. And I have to get up in 90 minutes. And yes, I would like some cheese with my whine. Being woken up on little sleep makes me 3.
Ugh. I woke up three or four times last night, but not for as good a reason.
I was thrilled when I turned 30, because I figured any lectures my mother chose to deliver were because of her issues, because I was 30, dammit, and that meant I was a grown-up (for purposes of not having to listen to maternal lectures).
* laughs hysterically *
My mother will lecture my corpse.
Earthquake? Yikes!
--put another person's name on your keychain, preferably another race/ethnicity than your own
I totally want to do this now, just on principle.