So I woke up on Monday with news that I was seeing Conan yesterday. (Which was awesome! So goddamn funny, Aziz came out!)
Today I woke up to a fucking terrible hangover after going out for (lots of) drinks after Conan with Gilberto and Leo.
One of the worst hangovers in recent memory for me.
So I went back to sleep.
When I woke up again, I received an e-mail stating that I won a contest I entered.
On Saturday I will be returning to Chicago Theatre and seeing HANNIBAL BURESS AND SARAH SILVERMAN.
I feel like a man who feels sick as fuck.
UGH.
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.
I am so goddamn hungover it hurts. My head is terrible. I fucking hate Gatsbys. Horrible shithole.
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