Hello foot, meet mouth.

I had had a panic attack a few days ago (I don't recommend them; they aren't so fun) and had to take one of my anti-anxiety pills. Only problem. I forgot how strong it was. So I took it and went to bed. The next morning I could not wake up! I had to work, so I did manage to drag myself out of bed and get moving.

During my first hour class, I was really dragging. I kept making mistakes on the board: I would forget what i was saying, write the wrong thing on the board, etc. And they noticed. I tried to explain, but what came out was.

"Oh my gosh! I am so hung-over!"

There was a beat of silence, and then, as I realized what i had said, I tried to back peddle all to the great laughter and enjoyment of my students.

"Not hung over! No! I didn't get drunk last night! I don't drink! I mean, I guess I could, I am old enough, but I don't. I couldn't sleep and popped some pills...wait. I didn't mean that! I took one pill. I don't take drugs! It was a prescription. My prescription. Crap. I'm done. Forget everything I just said. Let's get back to work. I am so fired."

Hello foot! Meet mouth! Lesson learned: Keep you mouth shut when you don't know what is going to come out of it.