-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Showered. Teeth brushed. Hydrated.
I feel almost human again.
The obnoxious thing is that I really didn't want to drink last night. But something cracked, and I gave up. Not gave in, just up. Internalized nonsense leaking out and infecting my better judgement. Typical.
I suppose, as Eric said earlier this afternoon, we just needed to learn a little more respect for Jeremiah. If merz actually drinks that garbage on a regular basis, he's more insane than he looks. Just looking at a picture of the bottle makes me want to go stick my head in the toilet for another eight hours.
One of the more amusing things about last night is how segregated the party was. All the loud, faced, academic nerds making asses of themselves and talking about feces on one side, with everyone else vacating the premises when we wandered towards them.
I vaguely recall stumbling into a conversation with Nick, Mihai and Pete, where Nick was explaining his research. Christ knows what nonsense I spouted.
I'm really not a fan of drinking. I know this, I knew it last night. I just need to remember, regardless of internal conflicts, what a fucking awful idea it is.
If nothing else, at least I apparently amused the hell out of Pete. That counts for something.
(Also: Eric, you ate chicken, you drunk homo vegan!)
Nothing like ONE FUCK OF A HANGOVER to knock off the concept for awhile.
Stopped snorting drugs and smoking for similar reasons. :| Probably going to completely redesign how I go about drinking- the last time I went out I almost killed somebody. o_OPosted by: solios at August 31, 2004 2:45 PM