I drank a lot, and Kris drank a lot. He ended up throwing up in a toilet, and I didn't.

He's sleeping on Julie's couch right now.

I'm about to be sleeping on my couch right now.

It was a good day. Happy Birthday Kris.

Le'a called, and I'm pretty sure she was paranoid that Kris would end up sleeping with someone that wasn't her, today. Ho ho ho.

On my 21st birthday, I had the mystery drink called "Adios Motherfucker". It was insanely strong. It was bright blue. Today, Kris had a mystery drink called "Red Death". It was insanely strong and (surprise!) red. Difference is, I did not throw up a lot.

I'm pretty thrilled that I didn't throw up tonight, either. I didn't realize that long island iced teas were so strong.

I'm also pretty happy that I managed to avoid declaring my eternal love for anybody. Being drunk is kind of odd.

That isn't to say that I didn't get all touchy-feely with others. It's extra weird for me, considering my customary defensive perimiter, or however the hell you people spell it when you aren't drunk. Even when intoxicated I tend to keep a moat of air around me.

Should I be drinking lots of water about now? I don't want to get a 'hangover'. I've never had one, but some people compare them to migraines, and I've had those. I certainly do not want anything like that going on in my head tomorrow.

Once Moana asked me "What are you thinking when you're standing frozen like a statue?" She knew, you see.

(limping down the unpaved road burdened with a weightless load losing sight of careful times rhyming stupid worthless lines.)