Wearing the green. Soon the drinking starts. I could really use a good all-day-drunk, haven't done it in forever.
Now I remember why I hadn't done this in forever.
In retrospect I think blacking out is kinda merciful, because I don't remember what a goddamn retard I am when drunk. Last night involved drunk karate, climbing on things, sneaking into really really crowded bars by going around back and pretending we just stepped out to burn a fag, and me doing my Irish accent, which is probably really really bad. I also discovered that Captain Morgan and orange juice is delicious, and that I am a FUCKING RETARD. I think I need to experiment with going out and drinking but not actually getting retardedly drunk.