So, last night...

I went down to the Duck. I sat there for a while (and stayed a little later than I should have) and had 3 pints. If only that sentence had contained the phrase "with dinner", then I wouldn't be complaining at the world right now. Instead, I neglected to eat anything last night, and am still feeling the effects of the evening. It's amazing what a little food can do for you. Holy crap, I just want to go back to bed.