
Wow. So I slept from 3 p.m. yesterday afternoon until 6:47 a.m. this morning. I feel fanfuckingtastic! My liver was tappin' out because from last Thursday until yesterday I had drank to black out / tears /mega-bad hangover 3 times. Thats B A D. I spent all of last Friday at work running to the toilet to puke at least once every twenty minutes. I woke up for work still drunk. Wednesday night of this week I lost my f'n mind and I realized I have no control. I got 4 hours of sleep after a raging-lunatic-scream-fest on my part. (Sorry to all those who had to look after me and deal with my insanity). I dunno. I think I need to chill out for a lil while on drinking...either that or maybe I should stop drinking 2 half and half pint glasses of gatorade and absolut in an hour...after three drinks at the bar before that. Cinco de Mayo is coming so there is prolly a tequilla-fueled bootfest in my near future. I dunno, I feel mad guilty about all of this and I don't think I even did anythign *that* wrong. Hmmm...
On a happier note: I gave work defintive notice that I'm leaving July 30th to be back at school full time. Thats a Friday so you all better be ready to get into the city to get your kareoke/dance/party on to celebrate my freedom. The aggrivation of this job: gone. The decent pay check: gone (which sucks) but I'll be able to make it. Its an interesting day, kids.






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