An empty stomach, several bottles of red wine and I are a bad mix, as is evidenced by the hour at which I am posting. Half of my stomach lining rests in the bottom of my toilet and I'm too tired to sleep. But you see, one of my good friends at work was unfairly fired this morning after being tattled on by an idiotic ape with a severe handicap in the race of life. And, as the brotherhood/sisterhood of serving goes, when something good/bad/uneventful happens to one of your co-workers, you get drunk. And we did. And I hurt.