Well, *that* was a rough morning...

I've been pretty good with not drinking very much lately. Or at least, not as much as I used to.

But it's been a long freaking time since I've been that loaded.

Yeesh. I blame it on the stupid pear-vodka drinks they were serving at last night's event. The sad part is that I truly have no idea how many of the damn things I drank. I'm pretty sure my drink count was in the double digits, though. Ack.

Worst part was after passing out in bed, Chris' bloody alarm went off at five-something (an atrocious time to be awake). I bolted up, trying to figure out why the fire alarm was going off. Then Chris put it on snooze and it went off again. He got up. And about 5 minutes to an hour later, it went off again. Dozed some more.

I was feeling very dehydrated, very rough and very sick of the swirly repetitive dreams that accompany alcohol excess. Got up. Made it to the bathroom for a drink and nearly passed out on the sink. So decided to curl up on the nice, cool tiles in the bathroom for about 15 minutes.

And tried to not hurl. It worked. (I actually have a very mild phobia of vomiting. Freaks me out. As result, I usually am only physically sick when it's food poisoning and have no control whatsoever.)

So I've now been been up for well over two hours. I've had less than three hours sleep.

I got some work done, and all that's left for today is my daily news stuff. So it's decided. Back to bed for at least a couple of hours of shut-eye. Better now than this afternoon, when I'll actually need a clear head.

Sleepy.