Admitting There's a Problem

I had an anxiety ridden dream about trying to get a paper in on time, right before I woke up and lived that very anxiety. And oh how hungover I was. Because Hanna is in town, I justified having the better part of a micro-brew pitcher and chasing it with some gin and tonics last night. I imbibed in lieu of writing the paper. This morning I proceeded to do that "dance" where you don't know whether to use the toilet as it was designed, or to stand up and vomit in it. I got to do a little of both, and also submitted a vomit sample to the bathtub, when I couldn't quite decide. Thankfully I only had seltzer and aspirin to heave. The time quickly came for me, and my vertigo, to spin a piece of shit paper into straw. While in the computer lab (still very much hungover) dressed in PJs and house slippers, I realized I would need Mira's help in that endeavor. There was so much wacky energy and goings ons in this day, but most of it would sound too obscure. We spend much of our time making observations of, and expressing opinions about, classmates. Today was nary an exception. We gorged on jokes and laughter at the private expense of the bafflingly interesting people around us. Major plus: the sweet faced boy from geography broke up with his long term. Light a prayer candle for me.

Caption(?): The photo I posted was not taken last night, I just thought it was time for a photo and I like the gravity defying powers my lips possess here. If I have a point, it is that I have been drinking WAY TOO MUCH. I realize I may have tip-toed around that in my body paragraph.