The Dangers of Hubbly Bubbly!

I love my hubbly bubbly - those Sunday nights when I'm bewailing my very existence and cursing the fact that I have to go to work tomorrow, my hubbly provides very good company. Now I fully understand that it's supposed to be a "social" indulgence, done in a group and all, but really, a glass of red, Tracey Chapman and Hubbly and I are good to go. But as with all indulgences, too much of a good thing can be really, really bad:(
Last week, typical Sunday evening, I decided that a good smoke up was in order. The fact that I had just bought some interesting tobacco off a most amiable fellow by the street corner was admittedly huge motivation - so I lit up, turned up the Tracey and took some abnormally long drags!! What heaven, what bliss, what semi-comatose joy! By the time the drags were starting to require elephantine effort, the grin on my face was well and truly plastered. So, when the puffs were no longer forthcoming, I did what any self-indulgent human being would do - REFILL!

As far as bad ideas go, this one ranked right up there in the top box. I was all of 5 mintutes into my fresh batch when everything stopped being eirie, and I started to lose my marbles. Forget the onset of nausea or lack of feeling in my feet, it was the swaying BUILT-IN closet that did it. Never have I felt so horrendously ill:( Lying on my back while trying to get Spiwe to talk me through it was all I could do from revisiting Sunday breakfast.
It was a full and unecessarily long 3 hours before I felt it safe enough to stand again - I keep asking myself why I do these things.

Moral of the Story - Mae West was off her rocker when she said "Too much of a good thing can be wonderful"