So Fearless

Far out. I got really fucking drunk last night. Stupidly drunk. Obscenely drunk. It's now 1 o'clock on Sunday and I still feel drunk. It was too much.

I've just found my wallet, and for some unknown reason I've pulled the cards out of it. It was lying here next to the computer, and now I'm worried that I've bought something over the internet late at night. I have no idea what it could be.

I've got several carpet burns. I can remember being unable to stand up. I was that fucking drunk. It's terrible.

Unfortunately I seem to have misplaced my phone. I can vaguely recall attempting to put a hold on all outgoing calls last night, but I don't think that I was able to. I think that I was probably slurring my words too much. Dear oh dear oh dear.

I really don't know what happened. I mean, I kind of felt like getting pretty wasted. But you never feel like getting as out of control as I was last night. I was pretty bad. I think that towards the end I was getting Jaegerbombs just so I wouldn't fall asleep, and that's never a good thing.

I think that not having to eat for lunch and dinner yesterday probably didn't help my cause. I'm not too sure if I had something on the way home. To tell you the truth I have absolutely no idea what I got up to in the late stages of the evening. I'm pretty sure I was a mess.

Now it's past midday on Sunday and I still feel drunk and I don't know what I'm going to do. I've got a bit of a plan, and I'll lay it out now, because a plan is just a thought until it's in writing. I'm going to have a shower. I'm going to have something to eat. I'm going to try and feel less out of it. I want to go and get my phone from Tony, apparently it was in his pocket. This will involve driving though, and I don't think that I'm ready for that yet. I want to talk to Ria. We're going to go on a bit of a boat ride this afternoon. I don't think that I'm going to get as drunk as I was last night for quite some time. I don't know what was wrong. There must be something that is upsetting me.