I’m drunk on cognac, as I mentioned in a Pit thread a few minutes ago. I’m really mad at myself (although that’s not why I’m drunk). I overpaid on the damned electric bill (long story) and if I hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t be looking at trying to get through this week on practically nothing. I could have gone out to shoot pool; I could have afforded a cab and a few games, some drinks and a burger. But instead, I had to stay here and drink this crappy cognac that Mr. Rilch’s mom left here two years ago. Actually, it’s okay mixed with this raspberry lemonade. I’m just so dumb. Why didn’t I call the power company myself and ask how much we owe? I may have to borrow gas money from a co-worker. Yes, I know drinking doesn’t solve problems, but I didn’t spend any money on what I’m drinking, and I don’t have to work tomorrow, so what am I hurting. Also, I finally watched Army of Darkness all the way through. What a trip. Although I would have liked it better if Bruce Campbell would have got naked.
Hey, my thread title came out intact, quote marks and all! What is the deal with quote marks anyway? I had thought about starting a thread, here or in ATMB, beseeching people not to use quotes at all in thread titles, but I didn’t want to be a hen. Now I’m glad I didn’t.
Loaded but not watching Doctor Who. Although I might watch the Young Ones later.
And now I’m listening to the Replacements! Paul Westerberg, you are the man! Only we didn’t say “the man” to mean “cool” back then? Did we? We still said “the man” to mean “authority”. Oh god, the nineties! Take me back, take me back! Please! When all I needed was a plaid flannel shirt to indicate that I was in the game!
Oh Rilch! You’re so sweet when you’re drunk! 
I’m with ya, at least partially lit. But, I can relate to the money thing. I remember when I was in the army and trying desperately to pay off bills. Look at it this way: Next month you may have extra because of this month’s sacrifice. Hang in there, and enjoy the night!
-Vince
mmmm, Pacifico!
Demo is right, you’re a sweet drunk, kiddo, and very Doper-like doin’ it.
(see: aha on bad bubbly; warped, sure, but articulate and funny still.)
Doncha love this place, where happily plotzted people still make sense (sorta) and just get funnier and funkier under the influence?
But cognac…you are gonna hurt tomorrow, friend. Rehydrate, and go back to sleep. Time is the only thing that’ll cure it.
And don’t sweat the hangover paranoia. You have a written record! Anyone who can worry about details is a sweet drunk.
Veb
:::glik glik glik::: That’s the sound of me slorping down a quart of Gatorade. Not hurting too bad this aft, maybe because I slept till noon! I had some delicious dreams, too; I think I was the filling in a Hugh Jackman/David Patrick Kelly sandwich. Money problems are still here, of course, but they would be even if I wasn’t hungover. I do appreciate knowing I’m a “sweet drunk”!