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this weekend i decided to throw all good sense to the wind and go out friday, saturday, and sunday night. friday was a bit of a bust, saturday was great for dancing, and sunday, it was hard to breathe and i kinda didn't want that beer but drank it anyway.

i woke up this morning with the slightest nudge of a hangover, and vomited the two glasses of water my stomach was carrying. i fell back asleep, still feeling ill, woke up again, vomited a little more in a most anti-climactic fashion...and so on. i managed to surpass the "can't eat" stage (though now i'm in the "i want a burger from mcdonald's" stage - vegetarianism and post-hangover desires do NOT mix) but i'm still tired. so fucking tired. three nights of EFFORT, physical activity (it was sad that my legs 'felt the burn' while dancing), drinking, and going to sleep at 4 am, only to wake up at 8 am...i'm wiped.

but what did i do? i agreed to babysit my friend's 4 year old son this evening! yay! since i've got the energy to do so. i mean, look at me. i'm a ball of fire. fiiiiiiiiiiiire. ugh.

it was threatening rain, and i started praying for it, but alas. i must go and make $20 helping a precocious little boy NOT socialize at the park.