The Morning After
Posted by Daljit of NORN on November 11th, 2006 filed in Asteroid Pies, Fun“Shit. What time is it?”
There are 4 bottles left and it’s fucking 9:20 AM. I got to sleep at 4 last night and then had to wake up like a half hour ago. So there’s one more early (and I mean EARLY) wake up call left and I still have to dispose of the evidence. I need to find me a good bottle return machine, post-haste.
While it appears my typing has improved, I do believe I am still slightly tipsy. Not like last night’s drunken Diablo II where I was totally angry-cat-faced, but still a little sauced.
I think, for a moment there, I was about to get philosophical or something, but that moment has passed. I still can’t believe I was able to play Diablo II and beat Act II while hammered. Thanks go to Sharon, my bestest friend, who called me up with a rousing call to arms and showed me that even when drnka, I can still fight evil. Like that Legend of Drunken Master movie with Jackie Chan. Except with less kicking, as Sharon put it.
I’m going to drop my fool sister off at work. Then, I go back to bed.