Well, I started by eating all the toast in the house and then had some microwave cheesy-mac and then (still drunk and typing) talked my roommate into ordering food. So, yeah, I didn't wait until post-drunk to start eating, but I'm very much still in binge mode because I ended up microwaving another frozen pasta thing and my body is insisting it's still hungry even though I know I basically ate three dinners tonight.

I had Fireball whiskey with Pepsi and then later on I had rum with fruit syrup to sweeten it up.

I had zero plot bunnies too. Oddly, I think that made the writing go faster this round, because I went into it with no expectations. I just accepted that this one wasn't gonna be good and to just roll with it. (Often I go in with the story half-formed in my head, but I always miscalculate how much time is required to get those ideas into words so I'd still be writing at this point.)