oh, shit. this isn't gonna be good.
jesus fuck, my head hurts.
is it really 8:30am?
fuck. it is.
oh man, i must have been hammered last night.
check available evidence: damnit.
i didn't mean to sleep in these pants, they're dirty.
is that a plate beside the bed? yep. sandwich crumbs. i don't remember eating a sandwich.
okay, chug some iced tea. it's gonna be okay, my pounding head, it's gonna be okay.
sooner or later.
shit, did i leave the groceries from last night in the car? whew - no, they're on the kitchen counter. shit, did i get the cold stuff from my friend's fridge last night at MNDC? i don't remember doing that - but it's in my fridge, so i must have. or maybe Matt did. or maybe my brother.
goddamnit, i hate it when this happens!
why in motherfucking hell is half of my hair stuck together in one big mat?
did i post anything weirder than normal on twitter last night? or funnier than normal?
hahahaha! sweet. i hope i was singing it all evening.
my sinuses are fucked. hmm. did i vomit last night? no evidence of that. toilet is clean... my throat doesn't feel sandpapered. probably not. in fact, that is most likely the problem. i think i drank the equivalent of 8 shots of scotch last night.
okay. more tea. head, stop hurting so i can think about this!
i left candy everywhere. huh?
AAAGGHHHH OH FUCK OH FUCK A SPIDER!!!
deep breaths, you squashed it. deeeep breaths.
i really do.
why does my wrist hurt like a motherfucker?
oh yeah.... NOW i remember. hopefully he hurts more.
when in doubt about much of the previous night....
ask a witness.
why the hell was i so damn drunk? that amount of scotch shouldn't put me under like that, i've drunk half a bottle and felt better...
oh. right. probably the fault of eating almost nothing yesterday.
well, it just happened.
yeah, it was fucking dumb.
what did i eat?
some chips... some shock tarts...
(and evidently, a sandwich)
is that ALL?
damnit. this is my fault, isn't it.
i just contemplated drinking a leftover PBR someone left in my fridge.
i hate that shit.
i need to eat something.
i tried to eat something. my stomach just flipped me off.
kill me now!
Sounds like you had an interesting night!
I will have to blog really soon about my drunkcapades where I think I am an animal/bug/mammal.
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