YEEEEEHAAAAW.

[uncrasimatic]

I was so wasted last night. We started playing poker at about 8, and by 9 I'd had two beers. I was fine, obviously. We had a half hour break and went to the shops for food and stuff. I bought fig rolls. :) Then we played again, and had another break later on. We sat in Russ' room and took ouzo shots every time he broke a world record on Track & Field, which was practically every event. So then I got fucked. I went out pretty quickly afterwards, because I couldn't sit straight on my chair. It was fun having a poker game with four drunk guys and one completely sober. Phil won, Sam came second (by default, because he fell asleep beside the toilet with 9k left), and Joe came third. POOR WUSSELL. I then fell asleep on Russ' bed after watching some of Ichi the Killer, and woke up with a slight hangover. We walked up the shop to get pot noodle and see what we'd done in the night. Found Phil's beer glass by a wall, saw where me and Russ hid under the counter in the chinese, found the holes in bushes where we'd jumped in, and got fresh air. So then we watched most of Troy, played Track & Field and then I got a lift home. Woo!

Might be going to Als tonight, might not.