Ugh!

Wow.
So yesterday, I went out with Heather and a few of her friends and got more plastered than I have ever been. To the point of vomiting (back at home, not at the bar or in the street) and, yes, even to the point of "blacking out". Having literally no recollection between leaving the last bar and walking into Heather's kitchen is the most bizarre feeling. I totally feel for people with amnesia. That must feel terrible. So yea, fun night followed by not so fun late night followed by day of feeling like I was going to puke more. It was worth it. Next time I am staying away from the Yager (just the shot not a JAGER-BOMB. Not now chief I'm in the fuckin zone). I think that's what turned the tides of my brain and stomach. Oy.
So Heath Ledger is dead.
Wow.
How does that happen? Heather and I talked about how all of the celebrities that you don't expect things to happen to are just dropping like flies. Owen Wilson slits his wrists? What? Heath Ledger apparently overdosed on sleeping meds? Wha? Does it make me a bad person that when I heard that he kicked the bucket the first thing that came to mind was : Jesus.........................................I sure hope they were done production on The Dark Knight?
No offense, but I have been waiting for that movie and one persons death is not going to fuck that up for me.

RIP

P.S. I was feeling fine when this picture was taken, but it is exactly how I feel right now.