I had a karaoke party at my house last night, mostly to exorcise the sadness of Duncan's passing. It was small and very fun. I also allowed myself to drink what I wanted. I have cut WAY back, mostly because of the lexapro. But I feel so much better. Except this morning. I don't feel better. I remember why I don't do this anymore. I haven't been hungover since Christmas.
Didn't help that we sang until 3am and police heliopters started circling at 7am. They were actually circling my house. 3 kids robbed the 7-11. After 3 hours of circling, they caught all 3 plus recovered the gun and the money. No one was hurt. And no one slept in. The copters are loud. And that constant cycle of getting louder, getting softer. Getting louder...getting softer...is so annoying. No one can sleep through that. I picked the wrong day to start drinking.
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