I feel like a man who feels sick as fuck.
Still hungover, haven’t been able to eat anything all day and I think the people sitting next to me in class thought I had two gerbils sword fighting in my stomach because it was rumbling so loud all day today.
Not going to the first day of my night class for the introduction course of my major, probably not the best start to the class, but I could barely handle my first two classes today.
Thanks for turning 21, Josh.
In other news, my official grades from last quarter were posted yesterday.
A, A, A, A.
How come certain nights I can pound 10+ beers and feel fine in the morning, but when I do it the night before I have a busy day I always have hangovers?
It’s like Pabst knows my schedule.
I don’t want to be awake right now, I want to sleep until 7am tomorrow so I can not feel this terrible.
And there you have it.
An update on my semi-charmed life.
So I am currently sitting at the Mount Prospect train station, waiting another hour for a train to take me home. After watching the Bears win with my dad, he took me and Matt out for Matt’s birthday. We went to Mrs. P and Me for dinner. It was delicious. After dining, while talking with my dad for a minute outside his car, a man on a motorcycle rode up and parked behind us. The man approached the open door of the car, the backseat passenger side door where I was sitting. He was wearing leather biker gear. (Including ass-less leather chaps. Really?)
-He asked “Is this the party or what?”
-I said, “No. This isn’t a party. Why are you wearing those pants?”
-The man didn’t reply, he just went into the restaurant while we laughed about his poor fashion taste and lack of social skills.