Oh-oh, somebody got smashed last night. (Day 29)

I did not mean to do so. I could not wake up, all the way. I could not rest, I had just slept 17 hours or something, if not back to back. I was stuck. Like if I have a bowel blockage, I took a laxative aimed at the particular blockage. In this case, it was a mental blockage, so beer seemed the correct medicine. Now, I did not intend to drink 10 beers. The bar keep kept bringing them. I tipped well in food and blogging, I think? Well, I did finally get to sleep. For those of you who are about to jump me, go ahead. I will take my dues, if it is correct.

I have read some of what I wrote… Okay, only two so far. Generally, and so far, I think I agree with what I wrote, though I did cuss, not something I normally do, nor something I appreciate here there or anywhere. Why have I only looked at two? Well, I do not remember where all I left my little eggs of pooh. Like I said, your unhappiness, to a point, is my unhappiness. I will take my right dues.