Yesterday (Sunday) I poured myself into bed with a Gin and Tonic, my new favorite afternoon-to-morning cocktail. This morning (Monday) I was interrupted from my fucked-up dreams to a phone call from a teary Jen.

Naked, grumpy (all I'd eaten for the past 30 hours was some flaming hot cheetos, a piece of bread, and Gin), still wearing my retainer, hand over my eyes, listening : "Did you check your e-mail? Josh kicked us off the lease."

"Hold on, I'm making myself an afternoon cocktail," and poured myself back out of bed.