it's 3 am and I must be hungry...

drunk quote from me:

"I'm listening to you, I'm just not sure if I should be believing anything that's coming out of your mouth..."

I'm not that drunk--Devon's intoxication is rubbing off on me. One beer, two whiskey and cokes. Alarm is set and we are cooking pork chops and rice before watching "Wicker Park" and going to sleep.

And I take care of someone's child tomorrow. I'm amazed I'm allowed to take care of anything. I'd kill a pet rock if given enough space and freedom, I'm sure.

Ah well. Going to go sniff around the kitchen now.