That's actually what some of the more...sympathetic members of my circle were saying when I started puking in Mrs. Courfeyrac's potted plant last night. And there was a bit of protective glaring on the part of my actual BEST friend who looked...sort of horrified by the tone this all had taken. The jerks part anyway. But no, I'm pretty sure it was just me not noticing my glass getting refilled all night. They...got me on a rant and I possibly need to watch things like that more often. But yes, new friends, better ones.
Bacon... I don't know if I can deal with the thought of bacon at this point but maybe later.