i forgot how bad it can get. drank from 1pm yesterday and started to go down at about the vand vs chuck fight. slept through hughes vs gsp even though a couple of hgers were trying to wake me up. blew chunks to the porcelain god b4 passing out--and here's where it got weird.
went to a sports bar in my dream where i was assaulted by a big micronesian lady that stabbed me w/ a syringe tainted w/ teh bad aids and then elvis presley decided to defend her as i beat her down. so then i grabbed a push mower that was conveniently left by the door and rekilled elvis w/ it. woke up in a cold sweat and think i'm gonna chuuk up more stuff right now. ME = RIP right now :(