{{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.

So, I am going to the True Blood premiere and party tonight. This is exciting, but I have NOTHING TO WEAR. Also, we don't watch the show, so I hope I won't be too lost while watching the premiere. I hear the food is going to be great and we'll have lots of friends there to hang with, so as soon as I can FIND SOMETHING TO WEAR WHICH IS ALREADY IN MY CLOSET SOMEHOW, I will start getting excited.

Public Service Announcement: a root canal procedure on top of a migraine is not the awesome funtimes you might think it would be.

(The root canal went fine, other than the disapproving looks I imagined the endodontist gave me for having the temerity to not have perfect teeth. Really no big thing, except for the hit to my bank account. The migraine, OTOH, needs to FOAD now.)

Public Service Announcement: a root canal procedure on top of a migraine is not the awesome funtimes you might think it would be.

How did you fail to schedule a colonscopy today to complete your trifecta?

In Other News Unrelated To Teppy's Tribulations...

Matilda's review of the pancake I made for her this morning: "It looks like a teddy bear exploded."

I can't imagine my life with a sibling. Sure, I would have had someone to blame some of the hijinks on (telling your parents that the cat ate half the chocolate cake? Not as effective a plan as you might think!), but I liked being an only child.