This morning it seemed almost sacreligious to dose up on antidepressants in Disney World.
I discovered that Ryan snores when he’s drunk. Worse than sara. It was like Darth Vader trying to fix a sqeaking door with WD-40: there was a deep breathing, a high pitched nasal hiss, and a bizarre squeaking noise that didn’t sound like it was made by a human being. At around 06:30 I had to yank the pillow to make him roll over.