I moonlight as a lot of amazing things.
Last night I drank way too much vodka. SURPRISE!
This is a very rare post about me drinking too much.
Anyway, I puked A BUNCH last night when I got home. I woke up around one today and still felt like shit. I was shaking all over, I felt like I had to eat but I didn't really have anything to eat except stale bread. I wanted to go buy milk at the store right next to my house so I could eat some cereal but I was too shakey and sick feeling so instead I laid down on the floor and chewed on stale bread until I felt I had the strength to put on clothes and go. Oh yeah, another thing; apparently when I am drunk and sick I feel the need to take off ALL my clothes, they kind of hurt; my body gets really sensitive and anything touching me makes me want to puke. I guess I am sort of like that princess and the pea but instead I only get my special princess sensitivey powers when I am puking. Anyway, before I laid down on the floor I had managed to get on a bra and underwear but I still wasn't feeling up to getting fully dressed. I was laying there eating the bread feeling alone and like shit in my tiny room and I was sort of pretending that I was like a wounded soldier, and that I was left for dead and I was nursing myself back to health. I think that's a pretty good idea of something to pretend when you are alone on your floor taking an hour to eat a piece of stale bread because you are hungover beyond all belief. It makes you feel sort of less like a loser because you can be all duh, I am not being a pathetic old drunk; I am building important a life skills for impending times of war.
I finally got the milk and then I ate cereal and puked it up before I finished the bowl. Then I laid around some more and then I drank some Orangina and then that brought up puke from god knows where in my body.
Anyway, I'm better now.
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