Ok, so last night a buddy o' mine got off work late at the country club and asked if I wanted to hit a bar over in Eagle Rock. I responded in the affirmative. We caught up on recent events and, in the process, I got completely tanked. Total failure. No pacing, no self-control; I wasn't really thinking about anything in particular and had very little outside stimuli to distract me. Long story short, got home, watched a bit of TV, tried to eat some bread and drink some water. Crashed. Woke up early, felt horrible, got a bit Roman and crawled back to bed. Repeated once more. Eventually felt better.

Now, I'm over at Thea's. She went to bed four hours ago. Thor is sacked out on the couch after some TV. I'm sober, now, fortunately. This evening consisted of KFC, margaritas, Hitch, tequila shots and the Cannibal: The Musical drinking game (re: drink whenever they break out into a new song). We never got around to watching Envy, though...

Hm.

My trusty water bottle is almost empty.

And I still can't get West Wing episodes to play on this damned computer...