Had a christmas party on Saturday. People invited formed little groups and it was kind of like being at a bar and I didn't feel that social so I didn't try to get them to mingle. I don't know why, but I felt no spark this year, I mean I felt like I needed to just drink and drink so that I would have a reason for not feeling very social.

Even so, pumpkins that were still kicking around were carved and neighbours complained. Later, some blonde girl who's name escapes me kept changing my music to death metal. I finally gave up on it and chowed down on some pot roast and chinese food before crashing. I have a habit of just picking up and disappearing when I start to black out.


I paid for that. Woke up in the process of puking my guts out in bed. Nursed a mean hangover yesterday. Thought to myself just how boring drinking really is these days. Wondered why I'll probably do it again.


P.S. I puked all over a library book.