OK, I am safely bundled up on the couch with the TV on and my new wireless internet and after a couple more hours of sleep I now feel as though I might live. For now.
So, about the drinking binge. Yesterday I went and saw Brokeback Mountain and it was SO SAD. SOOOOOOOO SAD. I cried and cried like a little bitch. I sat in my car for like an hour crying my head off like a big boo-hoo machine (That's an inside joke with M. Trust me, it's a lotta crying.)
After I got out of the movie I decided I really didn't want to be alone so I called a friend of mine who stayed in town through the holidays and we got some food and then decided to get some booze and watch Super Troopers because he'd never seen it before. So we did that. Then we walked down the street to play some pool after the tequila ran out. Then apparently we came back here and I went to bed and my poor friend passed out on my couch.
The funniest part was this morning when I woke up, had no idea for a minute where I was or how I'd gotten there, and then I heard coughing. I thought it was my neighbors and then I was like "HOLY SHIT THAT'S IN MY HOUSE!" I jumped out of bed thinking there was a burglar with a cough in my house, realized I was still in my clothes from last night (at least I was wearing cashmere), and then all of the sudden I was like, "Heyyyyyyyyyyy, that sounds like my friend." I seriously thought I had a burglar for a minute...I did not know what the hell was going on. Anyway, I got up and took my poor friend home and I'm sure he's feeling as terrible as I am today, but I can't really sympathize when I'm still feeling like a train hit me.
If I ever recover from the trauma, I might write about some thoughts I had after seeing Brokeback Mountain. It was just so sad. God. I'm gonna start crying again if I even think about it.