Played poker, won some money, and drank far too many Gin and Tonics for somebody who had to be at work at 6. Somehow I get up, get a shower and make it the whole way to my car before I throw up. So then I get to work, get what I needed done, and come back home to find out that my roommate threw up in the living room and put the trash can on top of the pile to clean it up. I guess he just goes harder than I do.
