Will You Go to Prom with Me?

I am in no physical condition to do anything other than lay on the couch and watch countless amounts of mind-numbing television. I don't remember so little about last night that I think I did anything obnoxious or stupid but details don't exist at all and conversations are remembered as muted or insignificant. I really hope that I left my digital camera at Grant's house and I also hope that I locked his and Cassie's door because I would feel bad if they woke up and a prostitute was making breakfast in their kitchen or something. The show at The Speak Easy was pretty awesome and I got to see a lot of faces I haven't seen in awhile. Reflections was also good but I smoked too many cigerettes and felt like I was going to blow chunks. I hate that I have the old primitive notion that smoking should be persued when either drunk or stressed without limitation. This morning my lungs physically ached and my head feels like I am being punched. It's funny how much recovery is required to eliminate the traces of alcohol.

I sleep now.