Wooooo tipsy

I was going to write something deep and profound, but then I realised that I'm far too pissed for that sort of thing. I'm lucky I can form comprehendable thoughts. I mean, I keep having to correct my lazy hands' mistakes regarding spelling. I'm at that strange stage, which to be honest I'm not sure I've been at before, where I'm thinking in the third person. Now I'm not saying it's as if I'm thinking "The Warthog sat there typing as he splurged his ideas onto the lonely canvas of html script. As he brooded he thought to himself how mundane human existence is.", but it's as if my mind is slightly above and behind my head, like a third person computer game. It's not quite an outer body experience, although it should be, but it's a bit bizarre. Does that give me any excuses as to anything I do or say? We'll have to wait and see. At least I don't think I've done anything incriminating.