Now where the hell did I put that popcorn?

Last night, I had a doozy of a migraine. I'm pretty good about holding off on my prescription migraine meds until absolutely necessary. 1 Relpax and 2 Motrin later, it finally showed signs of subsiding. So, while my husband sat watching the Packers/Vikings game, I popped some popcorn and settled onto the sofa with a book. I began to feel more than a little loopy. I felt like I was drunk, to be honest with you. You know the part where the room moves a little? Yes, that part. I had my popcorn in a bowl and, well, I got thirsty. Not wanting to leave my bowl of popcorn on the sofa, where it might get spilled, I carried it into the kitchen with me. I got some water and was ready to head back to the sofa, when I remembered my bowl! I looked on the counter...wasn't there. I looked in the dining room...wasn't there. I even walked back over to the sofa...it wasn't there. Hmmm where the hell did I put my bowl of freaking popcorn?! "J, honey, did you see where I put my bowl of popcorn?". J looks at me like I'm a moron.

J: is this a joke?
Me: no, I can't find my popcorn. I know I brought it into the kitchen with me.
J: you're holding it.

I look down at my left hand and what do you know...my bowl of popcorn.