A little drunky. Thats me. 
Here is a life tip I feel I must share with everyone. Ready? Special K Red Berries cereal is like a glass of water, as far as lining your stomach before a night at the bar goes. Here is some proof.
My pal Barbara and her two sisters came over tonight and we decided to have a night out, despite the rain. Andrea, the third sister out of four (Barb is the second, Tina the youngest) was the designated driver as she does not drink, but Tina and Barb brought over some beer. We decided to go to a dance club, where I proceeded to drink way too many vodka&amarettos at least I discovered it was too much when, at 11:00, I had to use the ladies room and found myself clutching onto the railing to get down the stairs (whose bright idea was it to put bathrooms down a flight of stairs anyway??? ). Tina then bought me a shot of Goldhshleger, and then I was all done. The next time I visited the ladies room, I think I fell asleep in the stall. One minute I was opening the door and the next I was hearing a conversation between Tina (who I did not walk in with) and some random patron out by the sinks. When you have to hold onto the wall to lift your foot to flush the toilet, you know its time to shut yourself off or crawl onto the floor and get some sleep. But Andrea bought me another vodka and I had to mentally cement myself to the chair in order to keep from collapsing. I know, its my fault: no one put a gun to my head to drink. But it was an amusing night overall: Andrea picked up some guy she had known in high school, and Barbara had to fight off some guy 15 years her junior. We left at closing and here I am too buzzed to hit the sheets (when I close my eyes the room does a merry-go-round) and too tired to do anything constructive. I will now force a Tylenol and a bottle of water down my throat to prevent a hangover tomorrow morning.
I now realize it took me almost a half hour to write this fucken paragraph due to mistyping. And furthermore, its an absolutely useless entry, except maybe if theres ever an intervention and you want to use it against me.
ps: prediction of tomorrow, 7:00 am :
Here is a life tip I feel I must share with everyone. Ready? Special K Red Berries cereal is like a glass of water, as far as lining your stomach before a night at the bar goes. Here is some proof.
My pal Barbara and her two sisters came over tonight and we decided to have a night out, despite the rain. Andrea, the third sister out of four (Barb is the second, Tina the youngest) was the designated driver as she does not drink, but Tina and Barb brought over some beer. We decided to go to a dance club, where I proceeded to drink way too many vodka&amarettos at least I discovered it was too much when, at 11:00, I had to use the ladies room and found myself clutching onto the railing to get down the stairs (whose bright idea was it to put bathrooms down a flight of stairs anyway??? ). Tina then bought me a shot of Goldhshleger, and then I was all done. The next time I visited the ladies room, I think I fell asleep in the stall. One minute I was opening the door and the next I was hearing a conversation between Tina (who I did not walk in with) and some random patron out by the sinks. When you have to hold onto the wall to lift your foot to flush the toilet, you know its time to shut yourself off or crawl onto the floor and get some sleep. But Andrea bought me another vodka and I had to mentally cement myself to the chair in order to keep from collapsing. I know, its my fault: no one put a gun to my head to drink. But it was an amusing night overall: Andrea picked up some guy she had known in high school, and Barbara had to fight off some guy 15 years her junior. We left at closing and here I am too buzzed to hit the sheets (when I close my eyes the room does a merry-go-round) and too tired to do anything constructive. I will now force a Tylenol and a bottle of water down my throat to prevent a hangover tomorrow morning.
I now realize it took me almost a half hour to write this fucken paragraph due to mistyping. And furthermore, its an absolutely useless entry, except maybe if theres ever an intervention and you want to use it against me.
ps: prediction of tomorrow, 7:00 am :
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its a doozie!
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ps: ...possibly not attending this Thursday? Don't make Gamma, bonfirecollapse, and me hunt your ass down and beat you into going. .
If you promise to beat me, then my plan is working. YA!