Disclaimer: I'm going to work tomorrow.

Decided to get home and get completely SLAMMED last night after work. Killed a pint in 10 minutes and just snowballed the fuckery from there. Woke up hammered and left for work at around 6am. I do residential construction and boy lemme tell you I was dying. Aside from throwing up left and right to sweating out water like a prostitute working in the summer, I was just on the verge of death.

Even the ride home took all my willpower to live right out of me. I thought about hitting a telephone pole every time I passed one. Oh, and my AC is broke and its 93 degrees and sunny. I was ready for death. In fact, I yearned for it.

Anywho I pick up a little Caesar's pizza for 5 bucks (fuckin steal of a deal) and head to bee's for bahama mamas for a buck. First sip that went down felt like a dried out camel finding an oasis in the Sahara. All the nausea and shakes gone and now I feel like a goddam prince. Been looking forward to this moment since 6am. God bless alcohol. Chairs.

Edit: I also drank the entire liter last nightfm so now I'm outta booze, hence the bahama mamas.