My 'binge' last night had me up at 2am for several hours. Every once in awhile I am reminded that my body has become too sensitive to excess, be it whiskey or carbs. I got up, cleaned and read and returned to be around 5am. Somewhere during the night the dog crapped on the floor. I assume he tried to get our attention and I was dead to the world. At least it was 'solid' and not liquid, which came later. His trip w/Jen the day before messed him up. He's more sensitive than I am! Jesus. I caved, shaved the mustache off and trimmed the hair w/#4. Got Aqui to go and watched The Grand Budapest Hotel w/John and Cheryl who's recovering well from hip surgery. "Writers Tears" whiskey was awesome, too.