Oh, thank god. Apparently my youthful resistance to hangovers is still in effect. I feel perfectly fine.

And I nearly finished a painting while barhopping, too. (Colored pencils and PITT pens are gloriously portable. Mind you, I had to stop coloring once the absinthe took hold.) Still! Productivity and no hangover! And technically that was brainstorming with a co-author, so the booze was a business expense!

How odd. I just had the strangest feeling, as if a million liver cells cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced…