Irony or karma?

So after several nights of very little sleep (2-4 hrs per night), I took a nap today after I got home from work (since La Mere said she didn't want to go out for her birthday until next week) only later she tried to wake me up and apparently I was a little incoherent, babbling on about russians or somesuch. Not entirely sure, but I think (think) she asked me if I was drunk. Which is ironic since this was one of the few times I was actually sober, just tired and not-quite-awake. Oh dear.