I don't even know where the past few days have gone.
Stella in elaborately cooled and rinsed weird glasses, forgetting my glasses and not being able to see much at all, not knowing where I am, repeating myself because I've forgotten who I've said what to, screaming karaoke at the poor Japanese guy that came to kick us out, 99 PROBLEMS BUT A BITCH AIN'T ONE, stumbling off to throw up in the bathroom and being so drunk I don't even cry like I usually do, sharing maxi taxis with 35 year old diesel mechanics that pay $20 for a $11 fare, "I don't like to cuddle" then cuddling for six hours, not getting out of bed til 3pm, no sleep, breakfast at 5pm, watching movies seriously wondering if we all died and are in the afterlife, going out again against all my body's protests, same clothes, mild panic attacks at busy Sunday session venue, going away party for someone I haven't even seen in two years, first breathanalyser test taking three tries to work, SuperPump to rehydrate, bed, finally.