There's seriously something wrong with me.

I feel much more alive and wonderful this morning than I really have any right to for:

1) It being this early.

and

2) Drinking so much last night. In fact, my complete lack of a hangover is sort of baffling.

We went out and got tacos at Jalisco last night, which is not unusual in and of itself. We also got a jumbo margarita apiece, which is also completely normal. What is not normal is that the guys decided they were done with theirs when they were half gone, and I finished them before we came home. I don't usually drink that much, but if you recall, I was super tired and my brain's judgement center was somewhat lacking.

Jalisco has three sizes of margaritas that they offer. They have the regular, which is, you know, a regular margarita. They have the grande, which is like two regulars in a larger glass. And then they have the jumbo, which is just fucking huge. It comes in what appears to be a large fishbowl converted into stemware through some magical process and is easily three (and quite possibly four) regular margaritas worth of drink.

So, if we do the math, I had six (or even probably eight) margaritas in a two hour span.

Oh, plus the two beers I'd had at home before the guys decided and announced we were going out. So you can easily see how this became an issue.

Indeed, I was so toasted that Lucas, of all people, the man who is always trying to get people to drink, was like, "Hey, you should drink this glass of water or you are going to be sick."

I think I had half of it.

Maybe.

And then I went to sleep.

Man, that was quality sleep too.

In fact, if I think about it (and I don't like to), at no time in the last few months have I gotten drunk and woken up hungover. I have simply felt amazing. Which is weird, right?

That's really not normal.

Does that mean if I have something big and important to do early the next day, I should just get trashed the night before? that doesn't make any sort of logical sense, and I should probably not think about it.

. . .

I just realized that I have lost a lot of things in computer migrations and OS installs in the last five years or so — pictures, that novel I wrote, e-mails, archives of old web sites, and just tons and tons of stuff. It's not something I brood about, obviously, and I don't like getting attached to things, but it's something to consider.