My arm was in my face.
Alcohol can be really cool; though I’m very stupid.
Somehow I continually convince myself that drinking on an empty stomach is a marvelous plan to save money and intoxicate myself. Last nights show was pretty neat. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of “The Valley Arena” other than the good things Geoff has to say about them…ya’ know what? I likes them. I purchased an audio disk and upper torso wear. I did drink far too much. 1 Newcastle and 1 shot already had me feeling good. I couldn’t help it; I just rode the gravy train the rest of the night and was entirely too drunk before The Photo Atlas even played.
I ended up trying to go to bed around 11:30PM-ish. Not a good idea. I usually don’t get the spins when I try to sleep drunk. And I didn’t get the spins! But I had the swirls and the twirls instead. It sucked; every few momemnts it’d feel like I had to vommit. Everytime I made it to a toilet I didn’t have to anymore. I said fuck it. I Shoved my arm into my throat and let it roll. Basically I feel great this morning. I’m glad I threw up before I went to bed as opposed to right after waking up.
Lesson of the night/every other night? Eat some fucking food before you drink Bishop. Though it really doesn’t help that I haven’t bought groceries in over 3 months.
Hopefully I can leave work early. I feel ok. Just not feelin’ the work.
Penny-Arcade for you!
EDIT*** i’m totally getting off at 2:30 today.
