#32. Drunkenness

Wow. I haven't got as drunk as I did last night in a long time. Started drinking in a pub which is intentially beside my bus stop home. Needless to say, I ended up in fibbers until 2:30. I'm impressed taht I could still walk enough to get a taxi home. At home I went for a nap on the mat in the kitchen. I woke up in bed, but I'm not too sure what happened in between. I hope to god my parents didn't have to carry me to bed, although I did get some funny looks this morning. Perhaps that was from leaving my glasses on the kitchen floor. They were nicely folded up on the window sill when I went looking for them. I got a bit panicky when they weren't on the table in my bedroom like usual, and starting wondering if I had left them on one of those stumps in the beergarden. Then I was trying to work out was my vision blurry on the way home, or was that just from the beer?

I got up at 12:00. I had a meeting with lecturer at 12:30. I got in at 1:15. Not a good impression. I'm quite impressed at the false-perkiness that I can pull off when I'm hungover-as-fuck.