A reader asks:
Have you ever blogged while drunk? BUI? This is not a criticism. I’m with you 99.9 percent of the time, including supporting, then not supporting, the Iraq War, but excluding the ‘men are attractive’ thing. I actually want to know if you’ve ever blogged while intoxicated. I should ask Instapundit. Think he’s ever blogged drunk? I bet he hasn’t. He’s too geeky. But you strike me as a potential drunk blogger. Which of your posts was a BUI post?
What’s the .01 time which we don’t agree? I dunno. Too sloshed from post-work drinks to remember. Love your website.
Well, I have now posted an email obviously composed while drunk. The answer – honestly – is no. The 
reason is that, despite my Irish genes, I don’t really drink much. Never liked alcohol much. In fact, I’m almost exclusively an occasional Jagermeister shot-drinker (regular coke to chase) and if I’m doing that, it means the workday is over. My regular hangout – the Duplex Diner in DC – is used to the combo. A friend asked for it at the bar last Thursday night (power-fag night in DC) and he was asked, "Oh is Andrew in?"
Still, writing round the clock means that you really do write while your life is going on. If you’re human, you have moods. Normally a writer can disguise this a little, waiting until he or she feels better or cheerier before publishing or writing a piece. But not on a blog. The writing follows your actual life like a shadow.
This means, of course, that there are some things I have posted over six years of daily blogging that I wish I hadn’t. There are things I also haven’t said that I should have. I have blogged angry or exhausted or depressed or giddy. I have blogged after fighting with my boyfriend; I have blogged with a beagle baying in the background; I have blogged in airports and trains and many, many Starbucks. I’ve blogged on Xanax and on protease inhibitors – but I swear I haven’t blogged drunk. But I’m sure, for some readers, it seems like I do on a regular basis.
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