You expressed (in Ted Barlow's comments?) a lot of despair at how things are going.

The cure for that is to get really, really drunk. Staggeringly drunk, where you start working your way through drinks that you never had before. Have a good drunken b*tch session, followed by tears.

Then, the next afternoon, when you're feeling both that you won't really die, and that perhaps that's a *good* thing, you can face reality again, since it's not as bad as what you felt like in the morning :0

Hmm...Patrick says Hello as the Talking Dog says Goodbye. Coincidence? You decide.

Seriously, welcome back. We missed you.

Yeah! Welcome back, Patrick. I've been missing your daily voice.

"The cure for that is to get really, really drunk. Staggeringly drunk, where you start working your way through drinks that you never had before."

We used to characterize this as "knee-walking drunk".

And there are times when it's a viable option.

The cure for that is to get really, really drunk. Staggeringly drunk, where you start working your way through drinks that you never had before.

Like trying Beefeater with ginger ale because you've run out of tonic water.....(nah, let's not go down that road).

John: Once when we ran out of gin, we drank bourbon and tonic which actually wasn't too bad. Of course, we'd just drunk all that gin...

MKK

Mary Kay,
I'll have to remember that. (Captain Morgan's and tonics are pretty good, btw).