**WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST IS ABOUT THE CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL. IF YOU'RE SICK OF ME TALKING ABOUT THIS (which i totally understand) THEN LEAVE IMMEDIATLY. FOR THOSE WHO STAY, I TIP MY HAT TO YOU.**
I successfully made it through the night without having one drop of alcohol. I'm proud of myself.
Yet, I kinda wish I had drank 'cause then I would've gone to the local bar and probably seen girl #1...which is always the highlight of the weekend for me. But it's better that I didn't drink. Trust me. Apparently last night after I made that post and I had gone to bed, one of my roommates thought he would go and mess with me. He said it was only like 5 minutes after I had gone into my room....so considering I had a short convo with Ghetto Bowler AND made that post, I probably had been in bed a minute or two. So he jumped on top of me and started humping me and crap. No reaction from me. So he starts slappin me and punching me. I'm limp. No response. So he stops and he's like "Corey. Corey. You alright man?" I responed with something along the lines of "ffffffrumplefluffer." Then he asks "dude, you want a garbage can next to you?" Again, my response is "fffffffrimplyfloof." I, of course, have no memory of the exchange....but that would explain why I tripped over the garbage can next to my bed this morning.
That brings up this morning. Whew. This morning. I had to work at noon. I got up and 11, still feeling rather drunk.....and I only drink beer ladies and gentlemen.....but I knew I had to go to work, otherwise my job would be done. So I got in the shower and right away felt like puking. So I stopped the shower, composed myself, and continued. Then I came back to the room and stared at the wall for a good 25 minutes, gathering the will power to put on my pants. As soon as I did, I ran to the bathroom, puked, put on my shirt and went to work.
If I didn't work at the library, I don't think I could've made it the 3 hours. My plan was to lay my head down on the desk and sleep. When people wanted to check out books, they'd clear their throat or do something to wake me up and then I'd help them out and go back to sleep. I'd say over the 3 hours, my eyes were open about 45 minutes total. And that includes the last half hour where I finally started to feel alright and I read a book. And then I came back to the room, slept for 2 and a half hours, finally ate some food, and at about 8 my headache left and I felt fine again. All of that for one night. Yea it was a fun night, but not that fun. If I would've been smart and not drank at the second party, a kegger.......or if I hadn't done a 15 second keg-stand............I would've felt better. Which is why I didn't drink tonight and am seriously rethinking drinking wednesday night (st. patty's day). Just to get myself back under control. Jeez I'm an idiot. I dunno. I'm gonna post this and then write something not related to my usual topics......which I don't need to tell you, since you probably have already read it if you read the first post on the page. yes.