when I feel the snake bite enter my veins
never did I wanna be here again
and I don't remember why I came...

jesus...

it's been nearly an hour and I'm still drunk off my ass. The last drink probably should have been something lighter, but there's obviously things I didn't account for.

I'm hammered!

Buca di Beppo was really good. Felt kinda guilty 'cause I hadda be covered, which wasn't exactly what I was expecting when I showed up. Originally thought I could eat lightly and get out clean, but such was not the case, thanks to "family-style" dinner portions, etc.

Then, somehow the house felt the need to buy us a drink.

Then FrankenYaga offered to buy me a drink.

Then Wendy's friend Stacy bought a round.

And, continually, I insisted on acquiring drinks of Long Island Iced Tea calibre, because:

I used to think that
drinking just to get drunk
was a waste of precious booze
but now I know that there's a time
and a place that I can choose
to walk the fine line
between self-control and self-abuse.

(of course, my memory isn't all that, so someone feel free to correct me. I'm too lazy/fucked up to check.)

The problem is that somehow, over an hour has passed and I still feel as if I'm in danger of throwing up, something I pretty much never admit to.

Anyway, good food, good people, too much liquor...like any good party should be.

demon's breathin'
breathin' breathin'
I'm comin' back again...

(or something)