Hm. Nope, not really a whole lot else to say, excepting that you know you've had a night of overdoing it when you wake up that way...Oh, kinda funny/scary... (well, not really scary, I guess, as nothing happened... okay, honestly I suspect I'm probably still a bit drunk, so ask me about this later...) the thing that woke me up from bed?
I remembered the last thing I was thinking before I passsed out: "Eh, I'll just lay here a second. Then, I'll go get the food out of the oven in just a bit..."
In my estimate, I baked a frozen beef stew for about six hours straight ... just a little bit longer than necessary. I haven't even looked at it yet honestly, as hungry is not exactly the first thing I'm feeling this morn. I was just relieved that the house was not on fire, or even full of smoke.
Ah, but "I don't have a drinking problem, except when I can't get a drink..."
