Sometimes.

Death.

Is.

Better.

Damn this hangover.

I'm so dehydrated that I weigh six pounds less than I did yesterday.

I have vague memories of being attacked by a crazy homeless man, not a sign of a good night.

The Pad Thai was excellent.

I'm never drinking that stuff in the pitcher again.

All of my money was stolen (I must tell myself this...otherwise I must accept the fact that I spent $60 on alcohol in one night).

Jeff and I won't ever be speaking again. Someone should take my phone away from me when I am drunk.

I have a date on Wednesday night.

God help me.