The very first time I got drunk (which was about 3 weeks ago), after puking my guts out I managed to crawl into the tub, but my feet were at the drain and faucet end of the tub. It felt like it took a tremendous effort on my part to bend forward and turn on the shower. Afterwards I smacked my head against the faucet but felt nothing while my roommate came rushing over asking if I was alright. 15 minutes later he tells me I should think about going to bed since I've been there an hour.
Entertainingly enough...
Date: 2002-10-01 08:06 am (UTC)-cp