My mother considered her job a failure when it comes to our sibling issues, but...damn. Just because I refused to share a duplex with her as an adult. We lived very happily for three years with her a block and a half away--perhaps too happily together, since I ended up with a bunch of her friends, and she still considers me a CFerg-thief.

We email each other multiple times a day, and I know her well enough to be able to password protect things for her and not have to tell her the password.

I think it's a damned successful job, my mother did. I certainly feel better about my relationship with my sister than I do about myself, for instance.

I'm not sure if I would call my brother and me close or not. I mean, there's much less assault, but I'm not sure if that is greater understanding or the recognition that we have moved into separate weight classes. We mostly talk about politics and how my dad is a psycho. But he could totally be Dexter when he's not here and I wouldn't know about it. He has a conventional streak that's hard for me to fathom. Raylan the Cancer-fighter to Ginger's tumor: Next one's coming faster!

So it is now clear to me that I really can't drink any more. After working yesterday, I came home, showered, watched some TV, then slept for 10 hours straight. And I feel like I could sleep for another twelve. I've never been a big drinker, but if I'm going to feel this wrecked afterwards, the fun isn't worth it any more.

Stoopid getting old.

Sean, my latest Facebook status will excite you.

{{Sean}} I figured that one out early on. I drink almost every day, but usually that means 1 glass of wine with dinner. On wild and crazy days I might have 1 more later in the day. If I am working late I don't have any at all because it would result in instant asleep mode. I really enjoy my wine, but I have no desire to ever have much of it at one sitting.

Now I have to unblock Facebook at the office to check out P-C's status. I am bad. I have it blocked for the masses, but I just go in from time to time and take the block off, check stuff for a minute then put it back on.

brenda,

I am so worried for that dog, I can barely stand it. I could not believe the lack of judgment on the part of the father. It seems like a serious crime to me.

My sister and fought like wildcats when we were kids, were cordial but separate mostly in our 20's, but now we are supertight. Although even at our fighting like wildcats stage, I would have cheerfully eviscerated anyone who hurt her.

Woo -- I can haz new client and novel to edit! He knows about my lessened speed, since his wife is my PCP, and we don't have a deadline. I will be book-doctoring ad helping him with query letters to agents! I am really happy, because (A) it will give me more editorial experience ad testimonials and (B) I had to give up my latest MS to copyedit, since the deadline was 6/3, and I knew I would be unable to meet it.

Right? I am dreading where they take this. This may be it for me and this show.

Yay new client, Erin!

Sean, I find myself much more susceptible to hangovers these days. I don't get drunk that often anymore, though my overall consumptions has definitely increased since moving here.

Dear brain, you know that dream you decided to serve up last night, where my childhood crush came forward to profess his love as an adult? Not fucking funny right now.

So it is now clear to me that I really can't drink any more.

Sean, FWIW, I can't either. More than a couple drinks makes me violently sad, and the emotional hangover lasts for days. It just isn't worth it. I used to drink pretty heavily, and I thought I could handle it, but I wonder, in retrospect, how much it was actually affecting my mental state.