well...

went to my brother and fiance's combined stag/stagette
saturday night
with a firm resolve
NOT
to drink...

ha.
ha.

drank.

woke up saturday morning with what felt like a sheet of metal
inserted in my forehead
figuratively speaking of course...
but thats what it felt like

proceeded to vomit
every
fucking
twenty
minutes
for the next
eight
yes, count 'em
eight
hours...

and the thing that really added the icing to the cake
the little fucking detail that just made the day
absolutely bloody perfect?
our insane landlord sends someone over to look at the house
with about an hours notice
so here i am
in bed
sweating vodka and puking bile
and a happy family of five is looking over the house

is that not
a perfect detail...
the kind of detail
that puts a person on a water tower

oh
and i am not drinking again...