Saturday, January 10, 2009

ugh

Oh cripes, is it possible to be undead, because I feel so unwell. Like, someone had to walk me to the taxi and I brushed him off unwell. I called my friend when I got home and he didn't think any time had passed, but it had, about 15 minutes worth, and I feel so unwell... Oh crap, I wish I didn't feel so crappy.

After work I met friends at the Old Admiral and I can tell you that the old admiral special beer is Black Label, which spells trouble right there. The Jager shots didn't help. The lack of dinner or snacks post-12:30pm or water also assisted in me feeling slightly undead. How the hell am I going to work tomorrow? I have no fricking idea. Gahhhhhhhhh.

Why won't the room stop spinning?

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