storey

I regret nothing that I wrote, or dictated while in a drunken stupor. Good news is that I didnt get drunk enough to worry about asphyxiating on my own vomit. Bad news is that I drank all my rum. Good news is that my roomy bought a bottle of Ciroc vodka so there is no need to panic. Bad news is that I drank all my rum.
Damn this weekend seemed like a waste. I got nothing done. Aw well....thers's always tomorrow.
Yep...well, here's to........no...wait...I think I did enough toasting last night for half the city.
bytheby, thank you phoolsfire and Clara for telling me to sleep on my stomach and not throw up on everything. Yes, Here's to the two of you for worring about my well being enough to post in my journal!!!