Drew got upset with me last night for polishing off nearly an entire bottle of wine by myself. I was unrepentant until this morning.

I couldn't understand what the fuck was going on in lecture today. I know my professor was trying to communicate something to me. And every now and again the pitch of his voice would rise and then a fellow student would say some words in response to the words he was saying. But I have no idea what any of them were talking about. I just copied down the words everyone said and hoped it would all make sense to me later.

I used to drink and smoke pot every night back when I was employed as a Hollywood punching bag. And I never really noticed much of a problem. Hell, at the end I was smoking weed with breakfast, during my commute and (a couple times) at the office. (Remember that story, Genny?).

Well apparently I can't do that anymore. I realize part of the reason things are different these days is that I actually need my brain now (not that it wasn't difficult to ship a box of underwear to Wesley Snipes in Prague -- it's just that it would have been so much more difficult do to it sober.). But I also think I'm just getting older and can't bounce back as quickly as I used to.

I think I might have actually gotten depressed about it if, during our break in lecture, an undergrad hadn't asked our professor if The Second Law of Thermodynamics is the reason why people die. And then stood there actually expecting him to provide an answer.

Just when you think no one could be as stupid as you....