recollection, reconciliation, and finally, recovery

It's Monday evening and I'm left wondering if I'll ever understand or comprehend the fine line between intoxication and alcohol poisoning. I'm hoping that after being driven home from a long-haired stranger who I later let walk me into my single apartment, awaking the next morning in my own yellowy green bile, and then taking what I thought was to be an invigorating shower that would turn into a 45 minute task of picking chewing gum from the back of my long hair with a huge spoonful of peanut butter, has learned me a valuable lesson. My kidneys are screaming for remedy, my brain for fuel, and my mouth for water.