dream, dream dream dreeeam

man, i feel like a lifetime has passed since i went to oregon to see my dearest justin. shit has gone down at home and in the world of blogging. and everywhere between.

jesus christ i am tiiiiired. i woke up this morning with a horrible hangover. i looked up at the ceiling in hte room that i was staying in and the hurt of my stomach was immediate and strong. noooo, i thought. how much did i drink last night. too much, was the answer. on an empty stomach none the less. well, kinda empty. i ate soup. i know, i know. all of you are going, that doesn't qualify as any sort of real food, it's liquid too! well, i am aware now. too bad my judgement was already slightly skewed at the time when i decided to digest some dinner. all i could think about is how much i hate alcohol. hate it. and it makes you do the stupidest things. that would sum up my trip. and it was relaxing, i guess.

meh. i have to work at some car show tomorrow. play dj. like i can play dj for a bunch of old fats. and i have to get up at 7:30. i am at a loss of things to say right now. i'm just too damn tired.

and still hung over. fucking fuck. i hate alcohol.