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Okay, so last night was a combination Erica's turning 21/apartment-warming party. Had a good time, I think. I did learn one important thing: an empty belly plus nearly a pint of Jim Beam plus my "do not consume alcohol while taking this medication" medication equals me becoming very very drunk, very very fast.
Major blackout, vomit on my floor, bed, and Playstation 2.
I have only a brief flash of Chris A standing by the refridgerator, looking at me in amusement. I also remember an upside-down Jacob asking me if I was alright. Other than that I don't remember them being here. A friend was with Jacob, but I don't remember him at all.
When I woke up this morning, on the futon (no one knows how I got there) Erica was gone- stayed at her boyfriend's, and I freaked out. First of all, I felt ripped-off for losing a good chunk of last night, and Jim Beam has a tendency to make me very paranoid in the morning. I had to get out of the apartment or I was going to freak out. I needed to be around people- anyone. I had given up my opening shift at work in case I ended up feeling like I ended up feeling, but I was still there an hour before I would have been. Most of my friends would be busy sleeping or recovering, and I had nowhere else to go.
I'm planning another get-together to replace the one that was stripped from my memory. Next time I'm sticking away from the whiskey, going with something a little lighter, and I'm going to make sure that we have food sitting around to soften the blow a little bit.
I have two and a half hours before work and I'm just hoping that my hands and stomach will steady before then. Then I'll pass out on my sheetless bed and go back to work tomorrow morning. I have to replace all the money I drank.
Major blackout, vomit on my floor, bed, and Playstation 2.
I have only a brief flash of Chris A standing by the refridgerator, looking at me in amusement. I also remember an upside-down Jacob asking me if I was alright. Other than that I don't remember them being here. A friend was with Jacob, but I don't remember him at all.
When I woke up this morning, on the futon (no one knows how I got there) Erica was gone- stayed at her boyfriend's, and I freaked out. First of all, I felt ripped-off for losing a good chunk of last night, and Jim Beam has a tendency to make me very paranoid in the morning. I had to get out of the apartment or I was going to freak out. I needed to be around people- anyone. I had given up my opening shift at work in case I ended up feeling like I ended up feeling, but I was still there an hour before I would have been. Most of my friends would be busy sleeping or recovering, and I had nowhere else to go.
I'm planning another get-together to replace the one that was stripped from my memory. Next time I'm sticking away from the whiskey, going with something a little lighter, and I'm going to make sure that we have food sitting around to soften the blow a little bit.
I have two and a half hours before work and I'm just hoping that my hands and stomach will steady before then. Then I'll pass out on my sheetless bed and go back to work tomorrow morning. I have to replace all the money I drank.