Last night was our second show at the Make-out room and I did the opposite of what I planned. Last time I got stupid drunk marked by dancing and walking outside with my drink. This time I was gonna take it easy. Instead I consumed about six Jamesons and Makers Marks on the rocks until my belly turned into a whiskey water balloon. I dropped my tuning fork in the toilet (which must have been strange for anyone waiting in the bathroom to hear me drop a metal poo...like I'm Magneto), barfed all morning (turns out my neighbor got sick as I could hear him barfing at the same time I was barfing), and fucked up my hand somehow.
I'm feeling better now, which is good because 1. feeling good is good and 2. i'm gonna see Batman in a couple hours. As for right now, I'm watching Antiques Roadshow - Jack and I like to guess the values of the items.
