Oh my. Happy hour is so dangerous. I forgot. It makes Friday morning so horrendous. My insides are shaking. I must have took Excedrin last night? Not like I remember. How'd I get that broken nail? Why do I feel like I'm getting sick? Oh, I smoked five cigs last night, that's right! I do remember that I forgot my Chapstick in the car, and I was so toasted I didn't really care that I didn't have it. (Now that's toasted.) I hope I don't smell like the bar. And I hope I didn't run into anyone that I forgot I ran into. Especially a work person. Happy hour is so dangerous. I should probably check my Outgoing Calls on my cell phone just in case.