Last night I achieved the ever elusive black out. I guess I was punching walls all night, because my knuckles really hurt, and my suspicions were confirmed by a friend. Woke up still drunk and got breakfast. Then re-passed out. Recovery took nearly all day, then some hoopz and GLOW BOWLING. We got there and had to wait almost an hour, but literally as soon as we got our shoes strapped on, the...
Smelly people really bum me out. Especially in fitting rooms. When I have to go in after them. An enclosed space with little to no ventilation or air flow? Not ideal. When I do encounter this way-too-common scenario, I actually make it a point to look into the mirror and make an ugly face, just so at least someone can see the look of disgust the smell is causing (the fact that it’s actually...
Finals are the worst. So close to done. So little sleep. I can barely think right now, which doesn’t bode well for the final I have in an hour and a half. Or for the one I just took, for that matter. I hope you all are having better luck than I am!
I’ve been cheating on you, grumblrr. mydrunkdiary.tumblr.com One for specifically drunk posts. They’ll be more substantial/less trivial at some point, I swear. Maybe.