hatred
I got really drunk last night at Neo and I'm actually a little scared someone put something in my drink.
Because I had three beers and one shot of Jaegar and that is really not enough to trash me to the point of sickness and passing out. That's the point where I am pleasantly drunk. Not throwing up. I'm really confused and really worried about this because I'm not feeling well today and not much like a hangover either. Dis.orien.tation.
I went to the bathroom several times but I can't imagine who would have put anything in my drink (I didn't even think that could even happen), but I've never felt like I did last night. Real inebriation. I didn't even feel like that on my birthday when I blacked out. And that was like 11 beers and 6 Jaegar bombs. I mean, Bruce called me and I couldn't. even. talk. The words just didn't form. I feel like fucking crying.
Chris drove me home and helped me get into my house and that was very very nice of him on a level that maybe I don't even deserve.
I just looked up the drug GHB. I'm even more confused now. Because I remember drinking and feeling way too good for alcohol. And then way too bad for alcohol. The feeling of "euphoria" they described definately rings a very familiar tone with me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck bars.
Because I had three beers and one shot of Jaegar and that is really not enough to trash me to the point of sickness and passing out. That's the point where I am pleasantly drunk. Not throwing up. I'm really confused and really worried about this because I'm not feeling well today and not much like a hangover either. Dis.orien.tation.
I went to the bathroom several times but I can't imagine who would have put anything in my drink (I didn't even think that could even happen), but I've never felt like I did last night. Real inebriation. I didn't even feel like that on my birthday when I blacked out. And that was like 11 beers and 6 Jaegar bombs. I mean, Bruce called me and I couldn't. even. talk. The words just didn't form. I feel like fucking crying.
Chris drove me home and helped me get into my house and that was very very nice of him on a level that maybe I don't even deserve.
I just looked up the drug GHB. I'm even more confused now. Because I remember drinking and feeling way too good for alcohol. And then way too bad for alcohol. The feeling of "euphoria" they described definately rings a very familiar tone with me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck bars.