the fading fucking reminder of who I used to be

I missed work today. why? because I couldn't get up this morning, that's why.

in fact, I think I'm still drunk.

and there lies the difference between being twenty and being twenty-six. you cannot party all night and then wake up early and pretend to go to work.

I did that this morning and I went nose-first into the hardwood.

however, I feel pretty pleased with myself. this morning I took out The List, that is, the list of things I had to do before I died, and I was able to scratch out one more item.

I outdrunk an englishman. big-buckin-boo. meet Elliott, my neighbour. he's from London and we drank all night. when I'm telling you that I was drunk, this you can believe me.... he was much, much more shitfaced than I was. at the end, there was one person standing... and it was I, the Queen o'Beerland. all hail the queen.

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noon update: I just went out in the sun to get a delivery and I turned into a big pile of dust. I guess I stopped being drunk and I start being hungover.

I'm too old for this shit.