I wonder...

So, last night Greg and I went out for beer and wings, and ended up having perhaps more of the former than would typically be advisable... (or in Amr's words: "Perhaps?!? You slept through your alarm...and you're saying PERHAPS?!?")

I digress.

Anyway, I mention this towards the end of the day to DC, and after noting that I was still at work and doing things just before 6pm (granted, I didn't exactly come in early....but I also had enough hours for this week by about mid afternoon...so I could have justifiably gone home much earlier) and he exclaims: "Man, I don't know how you do it...I'd be dying!" Now, this comes on the heels of the time a couple weeks back when I worked a full day and then some on just 2 hours of sleep (again, out with Greg...anyone seeing a pattern? he moves out at the end of the month, and my liver will be thankful), which absolutely astonished Dave.

Okay, so I know that I just run on less sleep than most people, but the brutal hangovers (and requisite case of the stupids) are a whole other issue...an issue that I seem to handle better than most would expect. Perhaps this is due to the fact that I was one of those guys who always went to class "the morning after" (or at least I tried to), and so I feel that part of the whole drinking experience somehow includes the painful attempt to function normally the following day...? I don't know it's just pure pig headedness or that I'm not all that bright to start with, but either way, I seem to be able to function with startling normalcy when my body hates me in ways I can't even describe.

Now, if I could only figure out if this is a good thing....