Great, now I have to make my bed.

I had a final last night at 6pm, a job interview today at 11:30, an exam at 6pm tonight and another at 8 am tomorrow. Obviously I went to the bar last night. 50 cent pitchers started at 8. Cut to 9 pm after 3 games of 13 cup and 2 games of electricity when I am completely hammered. Retarded. I hadn't eaten since noon. Terrible. I cut myself off at 9. So embarrassing. Then Loreen got sloppy and was making love to Colin on the dance floor. We tried to contain her, but me and Jackie are only so strong. After feeding her water for 10 minutes Sanjay whisked me away for soco and lime shots. I did NOT need to drink anymore, but taking care of someone way drunker than me sobered me up a little. Then I died. I unwittingly took an offered shot a JD, and immediately ran to the bathroom barely making it in time to puke, completely miss the toilet, and get it on the shoes of the girl in the stall next to me. CLASSY. Then the canary (I am calling her this because all I piece together of her is that she was wearing an obnoxiously bright yellow shirt) came in my stall to rub my back. Like cool I don't know you? I then got home and puked my life up, which was straight beer because I had nothing else in my poor abused body. I woke up this morning on a bare mattress and no pants (or underwear) on? I think I may have vommed in my bed. Oh yea, and I had vomit in my hair. I showered myself with perfume and was off to the shit job interview. Cool can I like grow up.