Weekend part 2

I don’t recommend goin on a bender. I feel ill, I really don’t wanna move. I don’t remember half of what I did. But I’ll try.

I woke up on the bathroom floor. Obviously none of my family had used the downstairs bathroom, or they would have found me. That’s the best thing about being shunted downstairs. After the Michelle incident I’ve been banished from going upstairs. I got kicked out of my room. But I like my new room better. Ha! I’m in the guest room, which means I kinda have my own bathroom, cos everyone uses the upstairs.

Yeah, the bathroom floor. That’s where I woke up. I guess I’d been makin friends with the toilet bowl. I somehow ended up in bed and slept for a while.

Before the floor. I think I was in a chat room, maybe. What did I say? I don’t know.

Chartreuse. That’s what did it. I was fine until I drank from the wrong bottle. Don’t even remember where it came from. My advice: don’t drink it.

I think I passed out at the party. I must have. I woke up there and started drinking again Sunday morning. I got home somehow. Dunno how. Walked? Hitched a lift? Dunno. No one else was home, so I went back to the vodka. The best way to stop a hangover is to keep drinking. It mostly works, so long as you don’t puke.

I think I’d like to die now. Please.