Dec 10, 2003 09:11
Yeah. Plump Tony just might have to go bye-bye.
I went out and got shitfaced last night on 4 vodka and club sodas. I'm going to call them PT Cruisers from now on. At any rate, I was fucking annihilated to the point where I blacked out, woke up without my "engagement" ring (Jess bought me a ring to wear on my right hand as a gift shortly after we got engaged, so I call it that, even though it's really not) and had to get told by my brother that I lost it in a snowbank when getting out of the cab. Jim wasn't out with me last night, apparently I went inside and dragged him out to help me look for the ring.
Then, the kicker: I fucking passed out on the train this morning. Not fell asleep, not nodded off. Passed the fuck out, as in, one minute I'm standing there talking to Jim, suddenly I say "I think I'm passing out" and then fall over face first. The low blood sugar caused by a raucous night of drinking coupled with the fact that I don't ingest starch or sugar any more just destroyed me. And, as you can see, the stock market's not even open yet.
This is going to be a really fun day, I can tell.