Urgh....

Last night I said the famous last words: "I'll just have a few beers, have a good time with my friend, take it easy, not get too drunk..." Well, I did have a good time, wonderful actually, but that was the only thing in that sentence that had any root in reality. Yes, I did it again. I got plastered.

Today I woke up with skateboard grip-tape on my bookshelf, a plant in one of those hanging flowerpots dangling from my curtain hangers (and I think we stole it) and lots of wierd stuff written on my calendar on the fridge. And a general feeling of shittyness otherwise known as a hungover of epic proportions.

And don't you come here with that "oh you did this to yourself"-rubbish! Do you go around to car accident victims who're paralyzed from the nose down and say "oh you did this to yourself"? No. The person was probably trying to get from point A to B, and might've had very bad luck, or run out of talent when it came to driving. Or he/she was driving a tiiiiny bit fast to try and spice up his life, which all people do. Same thing goes for drinking. I was trying to be social, which is as basic as getting from A to B, and during the evening I just run out of talent when it came to drinking. And I had way too much fun. Like the guy in the car probably had before the tree made him "suddenly go stationary". So, don't come here with that "oh it's self inflicted"-rubbish, because that's plain mean and evil!