I would love to detail my adventures on Saturday, but I'm far too hungover - even now - to think about it too hard. Besides, there are lots of holes in my memory, especially details of everything past midnight.
I can't find my glasses anywhere and I puked up bile at noon. That's a good night of drinkin'!
To those of you I saw last night, sorry if I was rude.
To those of you whom I met last night, well, I don't know what to say.
Back to bed I go!
I've got your book.