I'm not drunk.
'Cause it's unmixy with your narcotics, dude.
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Cass - Mar 05, 2011 9:17:49 pm PST #16828 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Trudy Booth - Mar 05, 2011 9:21:49 pm PST #16829 of 30000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
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meara - Mar 05, 2011 9:25:59 pm PST #16830 of 30000
I am not drunk. I did take a flexeril earlier today that knocked me on my ass...
smonster - Mar 05, 2011 10:01:30 pm PST #16831 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Hiccuping now. At random house. Was sick at bar following Mardi Gras for second year in a row.
billytea - Mar 05, 2011 10:54:41 pm PST #16832 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Not drunk either. I have however been enjoying my Danger Days. Status report: the lesser tracks are growing on me with repeated listens. I prefer "Sing" on the iPhone to the TV. "Planetary (GO!)" is the most dance-around-in-your-chair-esque song I've heard in possibly years. So that's nice.
Is there any word on if they're releasing another single from the album?
Calli - Mar 06, 2011 3:12:31 am PST #16833 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I didn't get drunk last night. I did take a benedryl, but that's hardly the same. Slept well, though.
Connie Neil - Mar 06, 2011 3:12:50 am PST #16834 of 30000
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I wish I was drunk. I'm at work instead.
Connie Neil - Mar 06, 2011 3:52:20 am PST #16835 of 30000
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A sad, disturbing story . . . a younger friend of ours got married about a year ago. His wife has been feeling ill the past few weeks, but doctors haven't been able to find anything. Yesterday evening, they were at home, she was sleeping and he was on the computer in the bedroom. She was snoring, rolled over, and stopped snoring. Our friend didn't think anything of it. But when he went to bed a couple of hours later, she was gone and had been for a while. It sounds like a plot for House or some procedural. Hubby and I both agree that we're going to be peering at each other in the night a bit more often for the next little while.
WindSparrow - Mar 06, 2011 4:10:24 am PST #16836 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Oh, no, Connie. That's so sad. That sort of thing is why I had a hard time adjusting to Daniel's super-CPAP machine - I'd wake up and not hear snoring, and my heart would clutch until I could see breathing, took me a couple of months to stop having that reaction.
Drunk/vicodin posts are so much fun to read. Hope nobody's hangover is too horrible. smonster, I hope you feel better quickly.
ETA: So, apparently 100mg of trazadone only get me 6 hours of sleep. Nurse said I could bump up the dosage more than that - she wants me to call if I go up to 200mg or more, but it is definitely an option. I'm kinda wondering if it might help to take more when I do the early-waking thing, rather than to bump up the dosage at bedtime.
Strix - Mar 06, 2011 5:11:25 am PST #16837 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Good morning, all! I hadn't drunk-posted in a long time! Even three sheets, I finished my lesson plan, and started (apparently) a sketch for where I want to plant which flowers this summer.
And no hangover. Ah, the Scots-Irish Virgo!
I had fun last night. We all agreed we are SICK of winter, and more than ready for spring.
My friend T had a sad story to tell. Her friend's daughter is 18, and wasn't home when J got home a week ago (she was living at home) so J. assumed she had spent the night at her BF's No big. But then she couldn't get a hold of her that night by text, and the next morning BF said she wasn't with him...
The upshot is that horribly, her daughter had killed herself, and when J went down to put a load of laundry in, she found her daughter in the basement, where she had been all that time J had been texting her and trying to get a hold of her.
I KNOW J. slightly socially, and I was utterly shocked and so sad for her. That poor woman. That poor, poor woman. I would have to move out of that house.
Sorry to be Debbie Downer, but I just happened last weekend, and UGH. God.