Valley Party

7:17a.m. I'm slumped over to th left. Back seat of Chuck's car. I don't know the time right away, nor where I am exactly. Flourescent lighting all around, I quickly figure it's parking garage. It reminds me of living in Anaheim. Very similar feel. Pipe lining the ceiling. An intense sensation of having to use the restroom. I'm wearing my zipper-up black shirt/jacket. This was not what I was wearing at the party the night before. The pull-over shirt/jacket I was wearing is next to me. The ProPel water bottle I had purchased at the gas station the night before was near my feet. I know that I'm still dizzy/drunk. I put my head back down and try to sleep.

What's the last thing I remember? Cute boys. Big house. Drinking. I think we were outside. Oh shit...another blackout night. Not good. Now I have to call to fill in the blank period.

When I got home, I felt sick. I went to the shower and tried to stretch/meditate like I normally do in the mornings. It was successful in quashing the nausea, but not in centering me. I dryed of quickly, towel around waist, into the room, towel thrown about the chair and laid down in my bed.

1:20p.m. I wake up nude in bed, curled up in a ball. I'm cold. I fumble for the blanket and am instantly warm, but know I can't stay in this comfortable position. I call work and get my confirmation number for sick time. ::::Interesting side note to myself, typing this entire entry is a series of wrong keys being pushed and typos. I'm having to stop every 5th or 6th word to correct myself. My fingers are not steady.::::::

It rained last night. It's gray out my window now. I feel a headache around my frontal lobe extending like an olive wreathe around my crown. Asprin, Ibuprofen or that Aleeve stuff? (Naproxy Sodium?) Maybe one of each. Hmm... now for that phone call and my memory back.