Brain Damage, or, The Return of The Zombie

You know the urban legend about ganja killing the brain cells? Or maybe you have seen the Family Guy episode where Peter's drinking brings his brain cells down to one? I don't think that intoxication results in the direct death of brain cells but there is some damage done to the brain for sure. Not for everyone necessarily, but surely for me.

Night before, after a long gap, I once again suffered from memory loss as a result of what I consider not-heavy drinking. Five, at most six, drinks of whisky doesn't count as heavy, does it? Either way, I don't remember the last hour or so in the hotel, I don't remember my boss giving me a ride part-way, I don't remember changing course from a friend's house for his birthday party to my own house, and I sure as hell don't remember what I assume was a fall that left a cut on my forehead and my clothes in a mess. Good thing I didn't wear a suit.

I woke up in the morning at 9 or so to relieve the bladder, and saw dried blood on my forehead. My room looked like a small tornado had gone through it and I just went back to sleep. I awoke again after noon some time, and my first thought was that my office still hadn't called me even though I was meant to be at work by 9:00. Anyway, then I went about my business, cleaning up, sorting stuff, getting food, figuring out events from the previous night, blah blah. No morbid details this time though. :)

Point being this... another memory loss that I am not proud to have. Since it had last happened about a year and a half back, I thought I had been living a more disciplined life when it came to intoxicants. Maybe I am, and maybe its just the residual concentration in my body that has gone up, bringing down the tolerance. Fuck knows. I can't decide now if I should just stop drinking completely or moderate it down to what is called "social drinking" levels. Frankly, the former is infinitely more appealing than the latter half-way bullshit. Then again, I could still drink like a fish so long as I stay indoors instead of being out on the town. As it is, being out and about holds ridiculously low charm for me.

Food for thought for the zombied brain. Food!! May be that is the missing ingredient in my alcohol recipe that is leading to immemorable events!