Ow, the bells, the bells!!!

Chech out the time of this entry.

Yep, it's officially November 12th, I'm 40, and I have a headache that is similar to the deafning ringing of Cathedral bells from the distance of about an inch.

I know I've bought something like 20 bottles of Tylenol, but of course I can't find a single one.  I did find some Advil or something in the First Aid kit.  God bless the First Aid kit, because when you have a headache that wakes you up from a deep sleep with deep pain you need a good reliable friend like the First Aid kit. 

Of course, I have another good, reliable friend called my sensical consciousness which said "Shouldn't you stop drinking about now?", but as with all the fools we become when getting enhibriated I didn't think it was talking to me.  I was just happy to be able to drink and not throw up. 

I've written and re-written this, trying to find a point.  I don't think I have one.  I also took so long to write this that the bells are much smaller now, and I think I'm falling asleep.

I shall now try to get some rest.

Gabriela