I am completely ridiculous today. Never, ever go out with your night-job-bartender roommate and try to stick to a self-imposed curfew. 2 ex's 3 bars 4 shots and who knows how many beers later I ended up at the G&S Lounge taking more shots at 2am. Never a good idea. Ever. I'm assuming that's what made an egg sandwich at 3am sound amazing. And it's also was what dulled my senses just enough for me to leave my fingerprint on the handle of a pan I grabbed...
I didn’t set my alarm last night so I woke up at 8 this morning to my poor roommate knocking on the door – we locked the top lock and he couldn’t get in so he had to sleep in his car.
So, in short, I’m the totally-hungover-singed-ready-in-5-minutes version of me today. Last night was a stupidity compounded upon ex's and alcohol.
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