4 beers, I think, a whiskey, then a bottle of champagne, and a six pack of 6.7% beer. I forgot to set my alarm, but I woke up anyway. Got to hit the road at 6am.
Woke up thinking about Gallagher and smashing watermelons.
Edit: I did remember. I will mention as well that I don’t get hangovers. It would likely be better for me if I did. I am foggy for an hour, then I’m good. I get a bad cough sometimes when drinking hard liquor–the liver and the lungs are connected–but that too disappears pretty quickly. As a practical alcoholic, I’ve figured out methods of dealing with it.
Still, I can’t help but feeling this morning that good things are on the way. I don’t know why. Perhaps because I am right. That’s always one of the options.