last night was a mess of things that probably shouldn’t have been intertwined. all i know is that i’m never going back to this what i want to now call “nameless” place. on the bright side, open bar was until 12 so i enjoyed a whole lot of that, which meant a whole lot of vodka tonics for me. late night drunken drives through the fast food lane are never suggestive. if you have a group of loud mouthes in the car, yes, and i do mean your best friends who are undeniably committing the act of being drunken buffoons, then you should seriously refrain from trying this or else you’ll get an over spiced meal and/or the possible but also quite probable spew. once in bed i was in and out of each reverie, waltzing up for another glass of water or to expel the drinks twirling about inside my stomach. i woke up with a bit of a gnawing hunger, which usually happens after a night of such sorts. regular toast and coffee, added some orange juice to the list this morning, bout to fix myself another cup and then off i go.