I've had nights like that. I don't smoke much anymore just because I'm trying to get back in shape and trying to stop myself from avoiding difficult situations by smoking them away (I can emotionally deal with them, I just perfer not to). So my brother was home and this kid we both knew from highschool came over. We all 3 ended up getting tore out our frames...was a good night. I woke up the next morning and couldn't find my inhaler (I'm asthmatic, but not really horribly so for quite a few years, I'm just crazy about my inhaler). Finally found it in my car, asked the guys about it and apparently I drove to Sheetz to get us some food at about 4am. NO recollection of it what so ever.