So apparently drunkenness just isn’t my thing. I just came back from a friend’s 18th, and now I feel really woozy. This is the most drunk I’ve ever gotten, which is kind of both an achievement (since I’m nowhere near wasted or totally, totally drunk) and a bitch. I feel fucked up and used up and tired. But it was fun, it was fun. Awesome times. I’m glad I now have some hot chocolate—and Tumblr, of course—to help me back to total consciousness and keep me company before I sleep. Night, everyone. I hope your Saturday nights were as crazy as mine.
