Nov 04, 2005 13:43
for some reason the heater in my building decided to turn on even though GEE NOW IT'S NOT COLD and my bedroom was somehow hotter than any other part of the apartment.
i laid (lay? lie? lied? i still can't get this right, thanks ucsd lit/writing b.a.) in bed all sweaty and gross and my mouth was dry and i realized i had not had a glass of water all week.
SCARY
the problem with dating a drunk is that you start drinking like one when you're with him/her
so i made an inventory of everything i've had to drink up until my realization and it went thusly:
-nine cups of coffee
-eight or nine bottles of stella artois
-five pints of stella artois
-two or three bottles of yuengling
-four cans of coke
-two and a half bottles of sunkist
-half a bottle of dom perignon
-half a bottle of cotes du rhone
-margarita
NO WATER. so in the middle of the night i went to the kitchen and guzzled down two huge glasses of ice cold water.
shit's good. hey, water: thanks for being there for me. without you, i'd be more hungover right now.