There must have been something in the air this past weekend!
Saturday night i went out with a few old friends and got shitfaced. it started with 5 pints of Guiness, then a few shots of Tequila(

) and then i woke up on my porch with a half burnt joint in my hand...
A. i don't remember going home, but friends assure me i didn't drive.
B. i have no idea where the joint came from.
C. my girl wonders why i didn't call her that night and is pissed.
Sunday was a blur and now i remember why i quit drinking/smoking many years ago...

I still feel out of it and i have a VERY important final exam in about 2 hours!

