Reasons not to cook while drunk

Just one, really:  Food Poisoning.

I didn't do anything incredibly stupid like forget to cook the meat or anything.  If I had been sober though, I probably would have stopped to wonder why the ground beef, once opened, was pink on the outside and a little bit browned on the inside.  Just one of those harsher lessons of life I guess, where the universe gives you the equivilant of a slap upside the head and a "What were you thinking?"

So, write off one weekend, where I was too ill to even read.  I just spent most of it on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep.  Now, I daresay I feel better than ever.  Probably my body's just thrilled to be getting solid food again.