so hungover...

Man, my head hurts so much. I woke up around two hours ago, and I've just been lounging around ever since. I haven't felt this hungover in a long time; I actually can't remember when I felt this shitty. I didn't really even drink very much (compared to other times, at least), only three beers and a greyhound (my favorite vodka drink), but I was on "other substances" too, and I just remembered I never ate anything yesterday after sometime around 1pm. I also definitely didn't drink enough water, and I think I forgot to take my medication. Fuck man. I just ate some frozen lasagna thing, so that helped a little, and I'm drinking water. I was thinking I wouldn't smoke any pot today, or at least until later, but maybe it would help my head. I just packed my bubbler...I wonder what I should do. Oh, I'll just hit it, if anything then I'll be high and maybe I'll forget my head hurts so much.

Yep, it worked.

It just started raining. I can hear the drops against the window - I love that sound. I'm watching Maury, so I only heard the raindrops when the audience temporarily stopped booing one of the guests. It's something about moms making their teenage daughters take lie detector tests about how many guys they've really slept with and if they do drugs. Pure entertainment.

I really need to go to grad school. Someone, please encourage me.

so drunk...

So very very drunk! We just saw Scott Biram at some little tiny bar in San Rafael...on the way home, my boyfriend got pulled over. They asked him how fast he was going, he said he thought he was going 80, and the cop laughed and yelled to his partner something like "he thinks he was going 80, he was going 101!" Fuck man, we could have both been thrown in jail. I had a couple of drugs on me, pot and...something else, which I threw under the seat...my boyfriend had to get out and do some stupid drunk driving tests and the breathalizer thing, which he passed. But fuck, was I scared. I do NOT want to go to jail, that would SO suck. He ended up with a speeding ticket and I think he has to go to court or something. And it was such a good night, too...going to the little bar, seeing Scott, I got to hug him and we talked to him for awhile...but then the fucking cops had to pull us over. God dammit.