saturday:
up at 6am.
worked till 1.
drank a bottle of champagne.
lost my sunglasses.
passed out on the couch.
passed out on the living room floor.
peed my bed.
passed out on the floor of my closet.
broke the living room coffee table.
threw up for two hours.
passed out on the floor of the bathroom.
got a bloody nose in the middle of the night.
most destructive day of my life.
normally, i would be so embarrassed and humiliated i would want to hide in bed and pretend like none of it ever happened.
the strange thing is, i don't even care.
just get me the hell out of this apartment and back home where things like this don't happen to me...
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please, call me if you need to. I will be home for the summer June 2, and around almost every weekend. I miss you.
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