Well folks it had to end. My drunken odyssey is finally over...at least for a little, and I can't say that I'm sorry to see it go. My liver and wrist are recovering nicely (I don't think it's broken, but it's definitely a bit tender).
I'm back at work attempting (emphasis on attempting) to relive the memories that will have to get me through the work week. I'm also making sure that I don't "share" too much with my work friends. They may love hearing my crazy stories but I'm not too sure that they could handle this plethora of tales. Plus--I don't think everyone will understand my week-long obsession with all things Drk related (sigh). Ah well. Cr and I are going to dinner tonight and then it'll be my first quiet Monday in a long time. I guess that's a good thing, but I'm a little wistful. I think THITW bar will feel a little empty, a little less exciting without me...until Wednesday. Either that or they will be relieved that the lunatic was put back in her cage!