One Big Blur

Hey lady lumps,

I think it's safe to say that this was the worst three-day weekend ever. Now, I'm not saying the worst weekend ever because there will no doubt be a worse normal two-day weekend. So adding that little concession on the end makes more sense to me.

All the bad stuff culminated yesterday when the Colts fucking lost. It was rediculous.

During the game, I ended up drinking a lot more than I had planned to and did it a lot faster than I probably should've. The final tally is as follows:

Beers: 11
Shots of Jagermeister: 4
Times I Vomited: Zero... I think...

Yep, after the game, I don't remember a single thing that happened. I can't really remember much during the second-half of the game either.

I have a feeling I talked to Katie on AIM though. Or at least I tried to. By the time I woke up from my daze it was 2:30 AM and I had turned off my computer. So, depending on what I may or may have not said, I want to apologize not only to Katie but to everyone else who I might've talked to on AIM during my blacked-out phase yesterday afternoon.

So far the only saving grace for the weekend was watching HBO at 3 in the morning. Chris Rock's "Bigger and Blacker" stand-up special was on and I was laughing my ass off. That dude could probably always cheer me up. Well done Mr. Rock... well done.

Hopefully I can repair whatever boo boos I made with whoever I may have talked with. I'm so awfully excited about that... but not really.


Honorable Mentions
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Carrie: Thanks for drinkin' with me.

Rob and Tony: I don't even remember you guys coming over... but thanks.

Me: I'm not getting trashed for a while after that shit.


Na na naa na, na na naa na, hey hey hey, goodbye,

~Nate-O