story time because i’m on my fifth bourbon in as many hours.

my sleep schedule’s been fucked up for years. got worse when i started grad school, got worse again when i started working for harrah’s, so i have a habit of taking a bunch of power naps as opposed to sleeping like a regular person.

(pretty much the only time i sleep solid is when i’ve been drinking a lot. see: why zeta xi is necessary for my health.)

anyway, i’ve got this other really goddamn stupid habit as a result.

if you hand me something right when i’m waking up, i’ll put it in my mouth. doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it more or less fits in my palm – food, ice cubes, poker chips, pretty sure i’ve done it to an ipod shuffle (see also: how i ended up taking shrooms for the first time). i have no idea why i do this.

mona’s pretty much gotten over the novelty of it since i’ve known her for years. the guys in my frat, not so much, but i’m allowed to punch them.

tl;dr i’m a fucking idiot within the first 30 seconds of regaining consciousness, and i’m also a fucking idiot for telling people about this.