please make the alcohol stop.
This is the part where I bitch and moan. And I can do that, because it's my birthday.
So, I've had just about the worst morning ever. (And I realize I brought it upon myself by drinking a lot last night, but whateva.) I woke up this morning, still drunk from the bar last night. Gen stayed over and she left early, early. I don't remember what time it was. Anyhow, I get up and shower and get my shit ready for school. That's not so bad. I'm a little drunk, but I suppose that's nothing I've never dealt (or is it delt?) with before....So I'm driving to school and I realize I'm a little early, so I stop by McDonald's and purchase two greasy double cheeseburgers. That was not the best of ideas. I almost made it through the second one, but I had to stop, because I felt like if I ate another bite I would vomit all over the place. So I get to school and, for whatever reason, there are no parking places. Like zero. It took me about fifteen minutes to park. That's fucking ridiculous. The parking fiasco mixed with the stop at McDonald's mixed with me having to buy a Sun-Drop equaled me being late to my Accounting class. That's when my drunkeness caught up to me. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I couldn't stop fidgeting. I wanted nothing more than to just leave. And of course, the professor was dropping serious knowledge...shit I really should have been paying attention to. About half-way through the class, I realized I had forgotten my Scan-Tron for the test I had in my next class. Ooooo...anxiety. So after that hellish class ended, I had to sprint across campus to the bookstore, buy a Scan-Tron, and sprint back to class...which I was also late for. I don't know if I've ever had a worse test taking experience. It's not that I didn't know the stuff...I actually think I did pretty well...but it was the combination of my un-sober-ness and the profuse sweating that made it so bad. I'm talking streams of sweat coming off of me. I'm guessing it was the alcohol...which I can still taste in my mouth. But whatever. That's done with.
Now I'm in the library trying to get my wits about me before my Spanish class in an hour. If I can just make it through that, I'll be alright. I can go home and sober up before I have to start drinking again.
God. I've been drunk for five days in a row.
So, I've had just about the worst morning ever. (And I realize I brought it upon myself by drinking a lot last night, but whateva.) I woke up this morning, still drunk from the bar last night. Gen stayed over and she left early, early. I don't remember what time it was. Anyhow, I get up and shower and get my shit ready for school. That's not so bad. I'm a little drunk, but I suppose that's nothing I've never dealt (or is it delt?) with before....So I'm driving to school and I realize I'm a little early, so I stop by McDonald's and purchase two greasy double cheeseburgers. That was not the best of ideas. I almost made it through the second one, but I had to stop, because I felt like if I ate another bite I would vomit all over the place. So I get to school and, for whatever reason, there are no parking places. Like zero. It took me about fifteen minutes to park. That's fucking ridiculous. The parking fiasco mixed with the stop at McDonald's mixed with me having to buy a Sun-Drop equaled me being late to my Accounting class. That's when my drunkeness caught up to me. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I couldn't stop fidgeting. I wanted nothing more than to just leave. And of course, the professor was dropping serious knowledge...shit I really should have been paying attention to. About half-way through the class, I realized I had forgotten my Scan-Tron for the test I had in my next class. Ooooo...anxiety. So after that hellish class ended, I had to sprint across campus to the bookstore, buy a Scan-Tron, and sprint back to class...which I was also late for. I don't know if I've ever had a worse test taking experience. It's not that I didn't know the stuff...I actually think I did pretty well...but it was the combination of my un-sober-ness and the profuse sweating that made it so bad. I'm talking streams of sweat coming off of me. I'm guessing it was the alcohol...which I can still taste in my mouth. But whatever. That's done with.
Now I'm in the library trying to get my wits about me before my Spanish class in an hour. If I can just make it through that, I'll be alright. I can go home and sober up before I have to start drinking again.
God. I've been drunk for five days in a row.