… then right about here would be a post about how I am drunk, and isn’t that awesome!!
Except I’m not 20, and while I was drunk, I did not post about it, but drunkenly played WoW instead.
Sort of.
Well, see, I had a headache? Because the Redhead is moving away and as we all know, that calls for two bottles of rum to be vanished away over 5 or 7 hours, in the sun. On an empty stomach. Which also calls for a lot of tylenol. Except sometimes you can only find Tylenol PM. And then you’re really not aware of things for a long while after that. And then your phone rings at 4am and you’re so confused and you have NO idea who you’re talking to, and your head is pounding and they just won’t. get. off. the. phone. and even in your pre-hangover hangoverness, you’re way too polite to tell the person you’re not even sure if you know to fuck the fucking fuck off, can’t you hear I’m at death’s door here? And while you’re trying to figure out a polite way to tell someone to go to hell, you look to your left and your monitor is still on and you realize you only ATTEMPTED to play WoW, as apparently you were incapable of typing in your password, and then you quickly look at all your open MSN/AIM windows to make sure you haven’t embarassed yourself and also at the same time become aware of a lump on the back of your head and a burn on your hand and an overwhelming desire for water that is just WAY too far away, and you finally get whoeverthehellitis off the phone with some vague promise to call the next day, and then? Miracle of miracles, I mean seriously, someone call the Pope? You wake up some more hours later feeling perfectly fine.
Really, who called me?
