answer:I went to a house party with my husband last night. Way too many people for way too long. We crashed there so as not to drive home. I only had a couple myself, twp Heinekins and a *** and coke – I was done before 8 PM – but I don’t drive a stick, and the only vehicle we have now is a truck with a manual transmission. So we were stuck there. Anyhoo, I spent most of the night babysitting drunk people, passing out water, cleaning up spills so no one would slip on the tile floor, and getting people a place to lay down. And of course, every time I tried to find a quiet corner of the backyard to sit in with my Kindle app for a few minutes, someone had to start drunkenly psychoanalyzing me. I got the last stragglers tucked into bed at about 5AM, and woke up myself at 9AM. For lack of anything better to do, I cleaned up the aftermath (except dishes and mopping the floor) before anyone else woke up. So. Many. Bottles. In short: I’m fucking exhausted.