Yeah I'm reeling but sometimes the best way to tell if you are drunk is to wee. If you find you are leaning against the cubicle wall while you are weeing then you are probably drunk, either that or you're Elvis.
My head's hurting like a freight train so I'm shutting this shit down with its arctic glare, its glowing eye and forward thrust of elbows and arms. I'm shutting this shit down and rolling into oblivion while Spencer walks down the street with his single red rose and his dashboard Jesus. If it was up to me I'd be shutting all the shit down.