This is perplexing and worrying. Perplexing because I consumed better than a six pack last night in a span of only two hours. Perplexing because I was messed up enough to jump out of bed late for work and dive in the shower only to have Lovely Wife yell out an interrogation of my efforts as it was only 12:30 in the morning. Worrying because I'm not a drinker any more. Oh, I used to be. Back when I lived at E's place there was a keg fridge in the basement and we rotated those on a very regular basis. But since marriage and children happened, my semiregular bouts of debauchery have ceased. My once legendary tolerance for the amber potion has evaporated. In the past 4 days I've consumed more than I probably have in the past 4 years. By all rights I should have an explosive cranium today but all I have is an unquenchable thirst and drooping eyes from lack of sleep. Am I exceptionally lucky or is the bod returning to its party form? Hopefully its luck. I can't keep up with Jim of 5 years ago.