jackrabbitslimm

I got super trashed last night. I was hungover until 8pm today. I went out to the Hex to see France Has The Bomb after work. I didn't drink a whole bunch, just drank really really fast. I just had two really tall whiskeys with a splash of coke for color and two newcastles but I downed both of them in less than two hours and hadn't eaten since 7pm.
I had a shitty night at work, my boss was being an dick, I was pissed about that and wasn't paying attention so I threaded the Wall-E movie backwards, so I has to stop it and spend extra time fucking around to get it playable and get it framed up. Then closing took forever. I was in serious need of some whiskey and I took it down like a champ. Then it came back to bite me in the ass later in the night.
The bands were really good. The crowd was hopping and friendly.
By the time the show was over I was in no condition to drive.
I ended up getting a ride with my ex fiancee' and sleeping at her place which is where I got bed spins and spent half the night hurling in bathroom.
It was nice to see my little puppy Emmy Lou again. I hadn't seen the little pissah in 8 months. It felt good to wake up with my pup curled up next to me. Made waking up with the hangover slightly more bearable.
I need some sleep now. I'm gonna try and hit up the lake tomorrow. Its suppose to be wicked nice outside.