that song by the figgs sounds about right
woke up at 7am. haven't gone back to sleep. and i was feeling great at 7am!!! great. i'm not quite sure what happened. i was wasted. wasted. when i got home. around 1:15 am. office holiday party. i'm sort of piecing things together. i was talking a lot of shit at the party. too many inquiries about things i had no business making inquiries about. but that's what being drunk is about, i guess. and when i was doing a circle lap through the party to find people to chat with, i remember thinking "it's time to go. i must extricate myself from this situation." but did i? of course not. one more drink and it was time to make more of an ass out of myself. but that was my plan going into the night. i guess i'll find out monday if i succeeded.