My work holiday party had free-flowing alcohol. In the span of 3 hours, I drank three glasses of wine, two very strong martinis, and two glasses of bourbon. It was the bourbon that threw me over the edge, guise. That last glass hit me really hard on the walk home.

My best friend just called me a "Woo girl". NOOOOOOO.

I'm drunk.

And getting drunker by the minute. But I'm dogsitting...and I still need to take the dog for her final walk of the night. DAMN.

I'm sitting in my own apartment, on my very comfortable couch, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep. But I CAN'T. Because I'm dogsitting. I need to take the bus for thirty minutes to get to the dog. I don't want to. But my sense of responsibility won't let me.

AND IT'S RAINING. ughhhh. How do you city dog-owning dwellers do it?