Mike and I killed two bottles of wine last night. I was not drunk. Oh no, not I. 'Cept that I had 3/4 of a bottle of strawberry zinfandel and two glasses of a very nice Chilean cabernet sauvignon. With Norah Jones playing and lots of yummy orange chicken.

I get sleepy when I drink, and very maudlin. ("Oh, Mike- I love you soooooo much. I don't know what I would do without you here.") Also a little goofy. ("I'm not drunk. I can still spell 'dictionary.'")

It was only when the room began to spin that I realized that I probably still had a little labyrinthitis meds in me. Oi. Everything has been really off-balance and lightheaded lately. I would continue to take the meds, except that the Meclizine knocks me out like Tylenol PM and I have mucho papers to write.

Longing for a nap. I could probably swing a 2 hr nap. Enough to satisfy the meds and still wake up unspinny.

Hmmmph.