Gawd, I don't miss the stuff I did hammered. I'd get going each afternoon, I'd light the drunk flamethrower that was my iPhone and lay waste to the countryside. The horror each morning was unbearable. But that afternoon, I'd rinse and repeat and do it all again. shm . . . Allabouteve there is nothing I can say that would justify any of it. I'm sorry you have been on the receiving end of it.