Raspberry Pucker

Last night, after a hellacious 12 hour shift at my new job, I was in desperate need of an alcoholic beverage.

I got home, and "someone" had finished off the vodka. Ignoring the fact that this is a sign of dependency, I ransacked the cupboard and found a bottle of Raspberry Pucker (it was either that, or vermouth). I then proceeded to fill up half a glass with pucker and ice, then topped it off with diet Sprite.

If that wasnt stupid enough, I chased 5mg of Valium with it.

Within an hour or two, I could have easily fallen asleep standing up against a wall. This was basically the effect I was hoping for.

What I did NOT expect was the royally fucked up dreams I had last night.

1: I was in a sports care with Heath Ledger. He was having sex in the back seat with my sister, and I was sitting in the passenger seat. For some reason, no one was driving. While I tried to take control of the wheel, we crashed into a lake. Heath was pissed at me. I was mad because I lost my cell phone, my ring, and my passport.

2: Cockroaches. Millions of cockroaches had hatched in my attic and were living in my light bulbs. I could see them everywhere. Visitors were oblivious to them, and I was worried they were going to look up and see them.

3: Got in a huge bitch fight with 2 faceless girls and kicked their asses. They retaliated by throwing acid on my car. My brother in law offered to tow it to his shop and fix it, but I was unable to do so, because I had a flight to catch.

One would think that this would teach me to not mix benzos with alcohol.

I blame the Raspberry Pucker :)