The good news is the whiskey killed the sick. The bad news is that I'm hungover as fuck.
Does anyone else poop like crazy after a night of drinking? Every time I drink, the next day I'm a poop machine. It's insane!
I have to go to work in like an hour and I can't quite move my body. I also have to write a paper while at work about...some shit. Modern lit? I have no idea. But it's due tomorrow so I should probably get on that. I also apparently need to put my air conditioner back in my window judging by how disgustingly hot it is in my apartment.
But for now I'll settle for not pooping.
How's everyone else's Saturday going?