Aug 16, 2008 17:21
Last night was the first night I got so drunk that I don't remember what happened. At all. Never again. It's very unsettling waking up in the morning and realizing that you weren't in control of yourself.
I woke up at 6:30 this morning.
I went to the grocery store a few hours later. I saw a man get hit by a car on the way there. He shattered the windshield.
I've had the most amazing time here, but I am ready to head home. I'd like to go to dinner with everyone and catch up: tex-mex preferably.