I think that social networking websites induce cowardice.

Instead of going out into the world and actually making friends, or putting on your boxing gloves and confronting our enemies in the flesh, we hide behind the comfort of our computer screens, made up names, Photoshop-ed pictures and stupid smiley faces.

For example, I am currently checking how many likes my Facebook status has landed so far, instead of rushing over to the next-door neighbor's house to inform them that, yes, in fact, their little brat's screaming is disturbing my peaceful life, and would they do something about it, or should I be doing the parenting for them.

An intense family meeting had me wondering why I don't practice Roman Catholicism anymore.

Now I have it all figured out.

I do not live for any god.

I live for myself.

And the joys and tribulations following this decision, will be all my own.

So I was very hungover this morning and was kneeling by the toilet bowl, looking at my small pond of sick and thinking about how guessing what a person had for dinner by their puke contents could actually make a great game, when I received a text from my father saying he and my mother were on the way to my apartment.

So I washed my face, flushed the toilet, and started cleaning and cooking up a storm. Things I rarely do when in my normal, sober state. Things I never do drunk.

Forget Aspirin. Your parents dropping by for a surprise visit is the best hangover cure.