Eating oatmeal- the only thing that feels comforting to my aching body. Last night: Got dressed up, went a to a trendy restaurant called Sushi Samba with Gabrielle and her friends, spent far too much on dinner and cosmopolitans, back to Haelime's to rest for a minute, went out to Keybar, got sloppy drunk (I fault the owner for giving us so many free ones.), tripped and fell on account of my painfully cute stilettos, was scooped up by spooky Hungarian guy, ("Iss okay, you wanna dance??"- and no, I did not want to.), now my ankle is swollen and sore but at least my fancy shoes looked fabulous, drunk dialed a few people, threw money at a cab driver, fell down in elevator, stumbled up and down ladder into bed, slept, slept, slept, and now here I am. I feel a tad under the weather. And a little bit pathetic. I haven't been doing this very much, I'm not used to partying like this. I never had a fun, drunken freshman year to get used to feeling painfully drunk like I did last night (although I suppose we did have enough summer parties to acquaint me to the idea). I just woke up a little while ago. I don't think I'm gonna do anything today. I finished my oatmeal and now I think I'll watch a DVD, because that's the only thing I can handle right now. AHHH.... fire alarm just went off, inexplicably. Fuck shit fuck crap goddammit. This is hurting my head. I hope we're not supposed to evacuate or something. ARRRHH seeing spots. Okay it stopped. I'm gonna chill now, that took a lot out of me.
Ok- ten minutes later. I DID have to evacuate. Ugh 6 flights of stairs on my sad ankle was no fun.