Too many pills spoil the broth.

Ahh, it's Sunday morning... and the cool, cloudy day that I had hoped for yesterday has finally arrived. A little late, but welcome nevertheless.
Stayed up late last night, had a few beers and watched the un-edited version of The Exorcist on TV. As a result I had to sleep with Christine coiled around me like a python, a Python that's afraid of the dark... and.. doesn't eat whole antelope.
Once upon a time, my mom mentioned to me that, for her, slight hangovers can sometimes act as a catalyst for anxiety. I've noticed that I am far from exempt from this phenomenon, and recently got it in my mind to try and take extra steps to counteract the effect. Normally, I take 30mg (1.5 tabs) of "Celexa" every night just before bed... but on nights where I've had a few beer, I'll usually up that to 40mg. Well, silly me last night. I had already taken the two whole pills and was in the washroom getting ready for bed, when I noticed a bottle on the counter. A herbal remedy called "Tryfonia L5". It's something I used to take before a specialist prescribed the Celexa. Anyways, in my slightly inebriated state, I figured that one of these would mix nicely. Long story short, I slept about 4.5 hours last night and now find myself in front of the computer, taking blog editing cues from a tiny striped badger on my shoulder. "What's that Bucky? I can't end a sentence with a preposition? Actually I don't think I've done that here... what's a preposition again?"