Oh holy Fuckl.
I am drunk and high.
I have to drive my visiting friend, to whose wedding I was a best man, to the airport in the morning. My alarm is set for 7:27 am.
The wedding was two years ago; the friendship stems at least a decade, probably fifteen years, maybe more.
I have the day off tomorrow (today). This is good.
I drank a shitload yesterday too. Today was painful; tomorrow, probably worse.
I Can Do It.