The day after...

Shit...Oh Shit. The words I know I uttered at least seven or eight times between the hours of 3pm and 9pm. For all I knew...I don't remember anything after some time in the day.
Another day of random drinking. Well, it was my last binge, so I guess I went all out. Seriously. I knew the mistake was made when I decided to get the all-you-can-drink special. Never get the all-you-can-drink-special unless you want to die.
OK, let's think about this: 8:30 in the morning, you go to breakfast with your dad and brother, meet up with some family members. No big deal, right? Well, when you throw in St. Patrick's Day, bottomless cups of beer and a card game-not to mention shots, shots and oh my God, more shots...Shit. Has my stomach settled, yet? I don't know what happened after 2:30 in the afternoon. I hope I paid the bar tab. I have never blacked out like that before...a hole chunk of the day just gone. All gone. Well, some of it was left somewhere in the bathroom, I'm sure.
Ok, let's not talk about that anymore I think I'm going to be sick.
Six miles today...oh, I can totally do this!
Not to mention, I think my 91 year old neighbor may have died this morning. Let's take a moment of silence and offer up the empty beer glass to him. He deserves it. Wouldn't it be awesome if Caleb, my neighbors baby, were to be born today? As one takes his last breath, another one comes screaming into the world. I guess my day yesterday seems almost trivial compared to life in itself...