Sick as a dog...
So I think I alcohol poisoned myself over the weekend. That's the only potential explanation for my near-dead state yesterday. I seriously thought I was dying. I got hammered Friday AND Saturday...Saturday was at my friends wedding...I was fucking distroyed at his wedding. The bride got super pissed at me because the maid of honor (who was apparently a lesbian) decided it would be a good idea to tackle me and take advantage of me in front of the entire family. Oh god. We didn't get back from the wedding until 4:30am...I slept until 4 in the afternoon. Not long after I left the ship, I came down with a slight case of death. My skin was super hot all over my body, my face was red and flushed...my eyes and neck and joints hurt...I just felt over all disgusting. But then I threw up, which I believe broke said fever...and while I still felt kind of shitty, I felt less shitty than I had been. I'm still feeling kind of shity today, but I'll be all right. Phew.
That's it for now I guess...
That's it for now I guess...