Purgatory

So yes­ter­day I spent the major­ity of the day going between my bed and the toi­let, purg­ing myself of the last reminders of the night before.

I tried to kill my liver, but it’s stronger than I am. We went bar-​hopping around down­town Davis, and I was good right about up until the time we decided to go to IHOP. Then my mem­ory goes from normal/​continuous to scary flashes. I remem­ber every­thing up to the jump of dri­ving Will’s car over to IHOP and walk­ing in the park­ing lot. Then it jumps and the next flash I remem­ber is sit­ting at the table and sud­denly explod­ing all over it. (I even remem­ber which table we were at.) Then the next flash is stand­ing over the sink in the bath­room, and explod­ing some more. The last flash I remem­ber of the night was Will walk­ing me to my bed and telling me I should strip down before I pass out, because I had yak all over my clothes.

Fun times. But I don’t think I’ll pun­ish­ing my evil liver again any time soon.

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