I wanted to post, tonight. Boy Toy emailed me a dream last week, but it needs to be edited and I’m too damn tired to do it. But I wanted to.

This weekend, I managed to get myself really, really drunk. I’m not sure how I did it, all I know is I’m not too proud of myself. I went out with friends, Boy Toy was to join us later, but he ended up overlooking the time and finally, I left the club alone. Not smart. He doesn’t live far, but still, I don’t like walking alone at night. Drunk. In the snow and cold. I ran into him halfway home (luckily, I didn’t get lost along the way). I got sick, too. I was so bad he thought someone had spiked my drink. I don’t really see how that could have happened, as I drank with my friends only, but who knows. It’s true that the amount I drank doesn’t really explain how drunk and sick I got. Maybe I was just too tired for it.

After a few hours of puking, I got myself out of the bathroom only to find Boy Toy had fallen asleep on the couch, waiting for me to get better. It was about 7 AM. I woke him up and we went to bed.

I spent all of Sunday on a wicked hangover. Couldn’t eat anything until 3 or 4 PM, and only had a toast. Went back to bed after that, and managed to go back to my place around 8 or 9.

Felt pretty good today, so after work I spent the whole evening cleaning. It’s 11 PM now and I just finished. My apartment hasn’t been this clean in a long time This explains the tiredness more than Saturday’s mishap, actually.

And there you have it. I feel pretty ashamed that I got so out of hand. So I punish myself by telling you guys about it. Oh and by doing a shitload of cleaning!

Now, off to bed.