[6]
I shuold shouldn't have gone to that bloody party. Honestly, how Sirius got me to wore a toga I'll nevr nver never know. God. How he got me to drink this much, though... I mean, it takes a lot to get me this wasted. A lot. Really. Not that I, uh, do this often, or anything. Y'know. I decided that it'd be best to give up and head to bed, but now I can't sleep. I'm just sitting here on my bed. Thinking. I've done too much of that lately, and I'm sick of that. Probably why I didn't say no to what must have been my millllion millionth bottle of firewhisky. God. Now I'm stuck on my bed in a toga with too many thoughts and all I want to do is go back downstairs and snog Sirius until he's dizzy. No, I'm not that drunk, thanks.