last night I went out with my ex-flatmates. I drank/smoked myself blind. 24 hours later i’m still hungover. I haven’t been able to eat today, or smell. even pleasant aromas make me quease. ah. and it wasn’t even fun!
things I remember:
in a fit of drunken stupidity I thought i’d leave one of the clubs via the fire exit, setting off 4358906 alarms. blearily wandering the streets of Brisbane, I don’t know why, miserably wishing I was home/dead. Adraia eventually rang me & when I told her the name of the street answered “how the hell’d you get there?” I think I puked on the curb a few times and/or in the taxi on the way back to their place. I stayed there, on the couch, and woke up in all kinds of big pain.. and discovered a giant bruise on my knee. must’ve fallen over? flashes: Mar crying on me ’cause her new boyfriend left with some girl. the bus roaring by just after i’d given up waiting. playing twister! whilst listening to Love Shack. I love that song. Nia kissing me on the mouth, then bursting into laughter and apologising. paying everyones’ cover charge at Cesars! i’m so stupid with generosity.
so. I apologise to the world. that is the last time I am ever going out. with anyone. ever.