I woke up in the hospital once, slipped on ice and hit my head which I could have done sober since I lived at the top of a very long hill in Appalachia, without a hangover and my BAC when they tested me hours after admission was I think 0.453. And that was after hours of not drinking anything on my way home, hours until someone found me, and hours in the hospital. Yet I remember everything until a few seconds after I hit my head and thought, "I really need to get up or I'll pass out." I was pushing my bicycle home since I usually caught the caught the bus to work and the bus stopped right at the bottom of the hill. The cops put my bike in their storage, surprisingly no one stole it, and didn't charge me, but damned well shamed me when I went to get my bike. Once I had measured and cut a bunch of 2x4s , 1x4s, and plywood sheets to build 2 lofts. I figured I'd mark them for placement while having a few drinks then call it quits and build the things in the morning since it was Saturday. I put on some music and I was pretty tipsy before I was done and ready to put the things away for the night. Next thing I know I wake up in the storage space the next day and everything was built perfectly. Held way over the few hundred pounds I had designed it for.