I feel really strange. I'm super fucking hungover, but I'm not experiencing any nausea. WEIRD. All day I've felt like I could puke at any moment, but wasn't dizzy or really sick at all. Kinda fucking weird.
Last night Mike and I met up with Terry at Blazing Saddles, then we all headed over to the Hotel. Had a jager bomb and several beers, plus random swipes off Terry's drinks and pulls off Mike's vodka in that was in my car. Ended up at Grant's house (I think it was Grant's house...). Drank a shitload of beer and I ended up unloading everything that was wrong in my head onto Terry and things aren't great now. Heh. I lose. Muchly. I've got serious fucking jealousy issues which I tend to bottle up forever and drinking makes me rant. A lot. So I ended up bawling and thought it'd be a good time to leave. Heh. So Mike drove us back to his house and I promptly passed out.
God damn. I just really shouldn't be with anyone.
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