I'm exhausted.
I spent three or so hours on the phone last nigh. The conversation with this person, combined with my despearation to be drunk, helped me to think drinking a little less than half a bottle of dry Martini Vermouth was a good idea. I found this scribbled on a piece of paper this morning:

I got drunk on Vermouth out of desperation and suggestion

I suppose I am very open to the power of suggestion, speically when they come at midnight from the bizzar ramblings of someone I value. I am easily pursauded.