Work Hard, Play Hard.

And I’m okay! I curled up into a ball on Erik’s couch at the end of last night, feeling so utterly content. A happy drunk, indeed! Five shots of raspberry bacardi, and a half shot of (flaming) Sambuka. Liz had to try and outdrink me and puked on her sixth shot. *smirks* I remembered to drink a lot of water before falling asleep. I woke up feeling pretty damn refreshed, and with NO hangover.

I am the fucking man.

Though, I will say, I’m really tired now. I never eat breakfast, so by noon, I think my blood sugar dropped or something. I kept thinking I wad dehydrated, but I didn’t feel better until I ate something on my break.

Um, whatever. I’m going to track down Melissa. *drinks his milk*