i go walking in my sleep.

I seem to have developed a minor digestive allergy to (wait for it) alcohol. It's the common thread in three recent bouts of gastrically distressful nights. Today (yesterday) was Marc's birthday. We were supposed to go to his parents' house for a special dinner and cake, but then his sister came down with mono, so we decided to cancel. So the extended in-laws and we headed to the only hip restaurant in the Bronx, Tosca, where I helped myself to a complimentary apple martini (Marc's cousin is a waitress there and knows the bartender). And now, here I am.