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I am not drunk. I did take a flexeril earlier today that knocked me on my ass...

Hiccuping now. At random house. Was sick at bar following Mardi Gras for second year in a row.

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?

I didn't get drunk last night. I did take a benedryl, but that's hardly the same. Slept well, though.

I wish I was drunk. I'm at work instead.

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.

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.

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.

That poor woman. That poor, poor woman. I would have to move out of that house.

That is heart-breaking. It's hard to even think of trying to say anything, because you know that whatever you can come up with would be just one tiny drop of sweet water added to a whole world's worth of oceans of tears - no chance for making it easier for the woman to drink.