Bad hangover
I drank at my bar last night. Apparently I must have been pretty drunk, because they kicked me out after closing time. I normally get to stay and hang out because I work there, but they said I was too liquored this time. I found that very strange, because I can't remember ever being asked to leave for that reason before. If you ask me, I think they all just hate me. That makes me sad.
I woke up with a bad hangover at a friend's house. Around 1 p.m. I headed home, where I immediately discovered there was no power. I sat around with my mom lighting candles and listening to a wind-up radio and playing chess. Kinda boring.
One odd thing: On the subway ride home, I was quite ill. I curled up into a ball, and I was repeating things over and over again to try to fight off the hangover sickness. I was acting damn near crazy. Maybe I *am* crazy. I have a tendency to repeat myself, both in my thoughts and in my speach. Whatever could that be called?
I drank at my bar last night. Apparently I must have been pretty drunk, because they kicked me out after closing time. I normally get to stay and hang out because I work there, but they said I was too liquored this time. I found that very strange, because I can't remember ever being asked to leave for that reason before. If you ask me, I think they all just hate me. That makes me sad.
I woke up with a bad hangover at a friend's house. Around 1 p.m. I headed home, where I immediately discovered there was no power. I sat around with my mom lighting candles and listening to a wind-up radio and playing chess. Kinda boring.
One odd thing: On the subway ride home, I was quite ill. I curled up into a ball, and I was repeating things over and over again to try to fight off the hangover sickness. I was acting damn near crazy. Maybe I *am* crazy. I have a tendency to repeat myself, both in my thoughts and in my speach. Whatever could that be called?