Post-Party Driving

My problem with driving home after a late night of partying/drinking isn’t related to judgment or sobriety so much as it is to fatigue.  Last weekend, I drove home from Dublin and I had to yell, or pinch myself or bite myself every few seconds to keep from nodding off at 80 mph.  Driving with the windows down and the music blasting at 4:30am and I still suddenly woke up to find I had been sitting at a green stoplight for who knows how many seconds.  Tonight, driving home from S.F., wasn’t quite as bad; I’ve got just enough energy to write a blog post before I crumple down on my bed.  On second though, actually, I’ll finish this tomorrow.