I've been joking for a while that I need to stop drinking. After last night, it's not a joke.
I got obliterated, and went to my friend Keith's band's show. It was fun, but when I got back... the details are fuzzy, but I distinctly remember tackling at my roommate, getting thrown to the ground, having to be restrained, etc. etc. I'm not a violent drunk, normally, and this was weird, but can largely be explained by the combination of punk music, alcohol, and some issues I would work out with my friend if it weren't certain that he was moving out in a month.
The weird thing, the thing that fucking scares me, that makes me really re-evaluate my alcoholism, was... that sometime afterward, I began giggling. Giggling and giggling and giggling. And giggling. I couldn't stop. I giggled on the grass, had to be carried inside so I didn't piss off the neighbors. Then I giggled on my den floor, one of my friends watching me. I recall my roommate and neighbor leaving, then came back with food some 30 minutes later, and I was still giggling. I couldn't stop. Had to be carried upstairs, couldn't stand up (not that I could stand up and then I would fall, I couldn't stop laughing enough to even try). Giggled myself to sleep. Woke up in a puddle of my own mucus and snot from giggling.
What the hell, man. That's not... that's not fucking... that's not even abnormal, that implies a normal counterpart, that's just outright strange.
...Ugh. That's not something that needs to come out again.