Still Recovering from Friday Night

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So basically, I got really really shitfaced on Friday, at a party I didn't really even want to go to in the first place.  The hash cookies really didn't help all that much, considering how concentrated they were.  I felt like dying and was calling for an abulance, and Daniel wasn't in any better shape.  As there were plently of drugged out people there, they managed to prevent anyone from calling 911 so as their weed and other numerous narcotics would be found.  Luckily, we weren't suffering from any severe alcohol poisoning, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten any help.  We both ended up praying to the porcelain gods in a a pretty fucking disgusting bathroom.  It wasn't quite as bad as Augie's bathroom, but it was pretty close.  Any water I drank, I puked right back up.  At least I only ate one cookie with the miriad of drinks I had.  Daniel had about 4.  God only knows how bad his head was spinning.  We crashed in Audrey's old room until noon-ish saturday.  Then we made the difficult drive home, and tried to gorge ourselves on CJ's fries.  I really haven't been able to eat a whole lot since.  Maybe I'll benefit from this experience by losing some weight...  needless to say, I'm not going to be drinking for a while... at least not hard liquor, maybe just margaritas and other fruit substances where I can't taste the booze.  I'm definitely not going to anymore parties that Augie invites us to.

I've been recovering since then, and didn't go to work today because I'm still getting nauseous here and there.  Today I did the photos for my G-ma's rededication ceremony to her husband.  I still have so many fucking photos to edit for FNB and work, I don't know how I'm going to get all this shit done.  Guess it's time to buckle down.  Time to celebrate the new year with Daniel and his parents.  Have a safe new year people.