But I'm in the mood to get. . . I believe the legal terminology is "totally ****** up. . ." on White Russians this evening.
Shouldn't take long.
Well, it didn't happen the other night, due to some miscalculation on my part, but--oh geez--did it ever happen last night.
And how!
I woke up this morning to find a pile of dirty towels and clothes on the bathroom floor, and had no idea how that stuff got there--until I remembered that--oh yeah--
THAT'S WHAT I WAS SLEEPING ON AFTER I WENT TO THE BATHROOM TO PUKE ALL THE RUM AND COKE AND WHISKEY UP BUT NEVER ACTUALLY PUKED IT UP WHICH, I SWEAR, IS A WORSE FEELING THAN ACTUALLY PUKING ITSELF. And, since I thought at some point I would be puking all that stuff up, and since I was really tired, I apparently piled all the towels and clothes up to use as a pillow while I slept it off on the bathroom floor.
What's really strange, though, is that I have no memory of waking up and getting in my real bed.
Oh, and I also apparently logged in here at some point and changed my name.
Drinking is fun.
