We were watching Amercan Idol on TiVo, at 8:45, and I got up to get another drink.

"What are you drinking?"

"Vodka."

"If you're thirsty, you should have water."

"I already had water."

"Why are you drinking?"

"I'm thirsty."

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. "

"Are you going to tell me?"

"There's nothing to tell, I'm fine."

"Are you drinking because you're: a) lonely, b) bored, or c) depressed?"

"No. I'm fine . . . I just wanted to have another drink, and if I don't have one now I can't have it because it will be too late."

"You're really beginning to piss me off."

So, I sat the drink down on the sofa table behind us. And I didn't drink it.

Until five minutes later.