The Stable One

REL and Scarlett got into an inebriated interpersonal fight last night, and although I understand each of their positions from an intellectual standpoint and can certainly see why they'd each be upset, I'm also not terribly interested, which is hard because they're very loudly not speaking to each other and want to talk at length about why. Ciro stayed up until 7 in the morning to comfort Scarlett (nobly, and I also stayed up for most of it), and now it's the next day and everyone has been terribly hung over.

Unlike the rest of them, I didn't drink anything, yet I am still hung over. Despite my semi-mythical lack of emotional empathy, I have some kind of physical empathy and get not only contact highs but apparently contact hangovers. I have a headache and stomach ache, muscle tremors, and a sore throat exactly as though I threw up last night. I'm kind of impressed with myself. It kind of puts me in a good mood, being this impressed with myself.

I certainly don't ever want to drink again. Or not drink. Whichever.

I am nevertheless kicking ass at Scrabble, and look forward to watching another Caprica episode tonight, since we taped the final five and are doling them out judiciously. I have had the first track of The Courage of Others stuck in my head all day despite not having heard it in half a year, and it's very pleasant.