Hungover

I went out last night, which was stupid, as I have completely messed up my body clock. I went out with some friends and, of course, found myself some fun fun fun for the night. Which resulted in very little sleep and me basically sleeping the day away. Then when I got home I went to bed and slept for hours. Now I'm really dreading tomorrow, as I'm sure this night will be one of very little sleep, but I guess after a glass or 2 of champagne I'll be feeling a whole lot better.

Party time?

Yes, I went out yesterday. I did not drink excessive amounts of alcohol. Yay me! I drank in moderation (that is, by my standards) and I had a good time. Wow. Who could imagine being mentally present at a party made such a difference? Hee hee...
Then I went home with some latin goodness. You always need some latin goodness in your life. First time I've gone home with someone since... well since... the happening... (Yes, I am purposely being mysterious.) It did actually feel kinda strange, but I guess that is how it is supposed to feel after something like that? That was rheorical, by the way. Then I stayed with my new latin goodness all day as I had no energy left. Not even to get dressed.
But I finally made it home. Here I am counting the little money I have left.
Boo-dee-hoo.