me and ed are both sick,
i'm hungover, he has some kind of death plague. our conversation:
me: i'm going to bed
ed: be safe!
me: hopefully i don't pass out in my own vomit.
ed: remember, lay on your side.
arrrgh!
i have the worst headache of my life, but last night i had a really amazing time for a wednesday, complete with making friends with the BEST bar random ever. usually the quality of wednesday partygoers is sketchy at best (except me and my friends, obv), but this guy was amazingly cool.
anyway i can totally justify staying in bed all day.
also i had this super fucked dream that my hand got cut off my a samurai sword at a party and i was going home on the skytrain and i couldn't get all my stuff off the skytrain and i had so much random shit (a backpack, two bags, a coat, a grocery bag, an empty bag, my cell phone, random stuff) and NOBODY would hold the door for me and then all my stuff got stolen and i woke up really sad. :( :( :( it sucks when people steal your stuff.
me: i'm going to bed
ed: be safe!
me: hopefully i don't pass out in my own vomit.
ed: remember, lay on your side.
arrrgh!
i have the worst headache of my life, but last night i had a really amazing time for a wednesday, complete with making friends with the BEST bar random ever. usually the quality of wednesday partygoers is sketchy at best (except me and my friends, obv), but this guy was amazingly cool.
anyway i can totally justify staying in bed all day.
also i had this super fucked dream that my hand got cut off my a samurai sword at a party and i was going home on the skytrain and i couldn't get all my stuff off the skytrain and i had so much random shit (a backpack, two bags, a coat, a grocery bag, an empty bag, my cell phone, random stuff) and NOBODY would hold the door for me and then all my stuff got stolen and i woke up really sad. :( :( :( it sucks when people steal your stuff.