Last night I went to a debate party and got blackout drunk. A guy from the party called the taking-drunk-people-home van for me then left, but the van passed me, idk why. Then a boy showed up while I was sitting against a street sign and supported me ten blocks home. Then my roommates got me a bowl (turned out to be necessary...) and water and paper towels and put me in bed.

It was a stupid and unnecessary experience, but also, in the end, a GMH one.

Urghhh I have a big scrape and one hell of a bruise coming in on my leg about an inch above my foot.

I have no idea how I got it but, then again, I also don't remember three hours of Thursday night.

Gah.