Damage Control

Hello y'all. It is now Monday! And my lungs are burning.  It literary feels like there's fire in there when I try to breathe. Probably shouldn't be smoking when I feel like this. Or smoke more, can't really decide.

Anywho, I've had somewhat of a drunk weekend. Since I passed some project we did and had some time and money over, I decided to go out, have some fun. This turned into a three day bender. And it could've been better.

It started off with getting a nice whiskey from the local liquor store. And that's kinda where my memory fails me. The things I do remember is that i got over to my friends place, got really drunk, ended up in another part of town, woke up, got a lift back to my friends place again, where we ate a shitload of cheeseburgers. Next thing I knew it's 5 pm in the afternoon and I'm hung over like a bitch.

So we started drinking again. The problem was that by the time I was up and running again, one of my mates had already passed out. Like 10-11 pm. Damn light weight. So the obvious thing to do at this point was to stack everything we could find in his apartment on him, including another guy, and then remodel his home.

Then a bunch of other stuff happened.

Well, that's it for me, gonna try to sleep off this cold and hope that I can get up in the morning. Important college meetings and fun stuff like that. Be well all.