This is how I feel today.
I really didn't try to be good at all. No effort whatsoever.
47 whiskey sours SEEMED like a good idea at the time.
No Taco J's - chips & top the tater at midnight instead.
Today: eggs, bacon, little debbie nutty bars and Mexican for dinner. Plus snacks. Many, many snacks. I tend to eat through hangovers- If it's even vaguely food-like, I may very well snarf it down. Cheese is my best friend today - I love you, Sir Cheddar.
My head hurts. Bad.
Sweet, sweet, deliciously evil whiskey, why do you hate me when all I've ever wanted is for you to love me back?
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