Last night a huge bowl of candy from Sweden was poured. In it, were Swedish fish. Which are fucking delicious in their own right. But then in there was this: I love black liquorice and jelly beans. I grabbed a handful and greedily stuck it in my mouth. Turns out they are salted to high hell. I went and threw up last night's meal.
Friday I drank till I blacked out. Apparently I puked on my coffee table, cleaned it up with a towel, then tried to use that towel as a blanket. Classy. Saturday I felt like a bag of ass. Slept pretty much all day. Today I've been drinking since I woke up, watching football all day. Here's to not puking on any furniture tonight...